Handling rejection is something that no one is really great
at, and I certainly am no exception. But
handling a VISA rejection to the country where you are scheduled to conduct
research for your thesis one business day before you depart…is
absolutely brutal.
Now, I am sure most of you are thinking “but this doesn’t
sound like Ashley, it is SO last minute!”
No – it is not like me, and it isn’t.
I have been working with the Embassy for over two months now to obtain a
precious research visa to Myanmar. Many
people told me I was crazy to try, because they never issue research
visas. However, the problem is that
traveling under a tourist visa, you are not permitted
to speak to the locals. It was going
to be physically impossible for me NOT to do this. Seeing as how several alums from our program
had been arrested and detained for this very issue while conducting field
research in Myanmar, I decided I would avoid jail time and try my luck using ‘legal’
means.
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| The ugly and uninviting Myanmar Embassy in Bangkok |
I walked to the Embassy Friday, June 22nd,
holding my passport, my hands violently shaking. This was it.
They always say there are those moments where you can’t turn back, and
you can’t change things – and this was it.
Sure, I have had shaky hands before, and this wasn’t my first big
performance/competition. But this was
the culmination of nine months of hard work, long hours in the library, blood,
sweat and tears. And today was the last
day the Embassy was open before my pre-paid, scheduled flight to Myanmar left
on Sunday. I had hired a translator for
three weeks who had taken time off work, I had scheduled meetings with
important officials and NGOs, and I couldn’t change them. Worse-off, was that given my two week
vacation, my field research six week “gap” quickly became a four-week
mandatory. I couldn’t postpone, I couldn’t
delay, and I couldn’t change. I couldn’t
go back.
My good friend and wonderful classmate Nin and I got up
early on Friday, now known as V-Day (Visa Day).
We decided perhaps it would be best if I personally didn’t go into the
Embassy, and so she went in to speak with authorities from the Embassy with my
precious passport while I paced the street nervous around the corner. She came out several LONG heart-racing
minutes later and said, “Ash, you have to come back at 4pm.” Ok. So
it’s not a NO, but 4pm – wow, they REALLY keep you hanging until the last possible second. The office closes at 4:30pm. So there was no Hail Mary pass available
after this…it really was down to the wire.
To end the long and dreadful suspense…I got my visa. It was the longest Friday of my life, and I
never want to relive that again. I am
incredibly thankful to all of my friends and supporters who helped make this
possible, without which I never would see this holographic visa stamp in my
passport at this very moment.
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| The precious research visa! |
Now that those dreadful days are over, I’m off to scramble
to pack and prepare for the field! I
leave in less than 24 hours and have A LOT to do, but couldn’t be MORE EXCITED :)


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