“I love you. I love you very much. I will never forget you,” said Daw May Lwin Zin, headmistress of the village school of Kindat, Burma (or “Myanmar” as it is now known). Before we parted, she showered me with gifts of limes, pomelos, and green jade earrings. We strolled arm in arm down the main, muddy thoroughfare of Kindat, as the esteemed headmistress proudly announced to curious on-lookers in their teak houses of stilts that the Road to Mandalay had just presented the school with much-needed school supplies. Perhaps the crew had chosen me to represent the ship’s passengers […]