Myanmar Travel Diary: Part One, "The Road to Yangon"

I once asked Mr. Alan Patricof, a Jewish-American globetrotter whom I deeply respect (refer to column; "Alan Patricof, the Legendary Venture Capitalist"), "What is the most memorable place you have ever visited?"

Alan replied that the sight of pagodas standing like forests at Bagan in Myanmar is something he would never forget.

Since then, Myanmar became one of the countries I would like to visit next. And the other day, Bagan came up again while I was having dinner with Mr. Madarame, the founder of Nemic-Lambda. Mr. Madarame is a Buddhist priest, and Myanmar is a Buddhist country. Mr. Madarame spoke enthusiastically about what a fantastic place Bagan is. At that point, Myanmar became No. 1 on my list of places to visit.

However, its been busy at work and I've got four kids, so I can't just leave my family. Myanmar is also under military rule. If I went to Myanmar, my family would be worried. (In fact, I heard that less than a week after I visited simultaneous terrorist attacks took place in three places in the capital, Yangon, and several people were killed.) So if I were to go to Myanmar, it would have to be a secret.

Then an opportunity presented itself. The Asia Roundtable (Japanese), part of the Davos forum that I have written about in another column, ran until April 29. Golden Week (a series of holidays in Japan) followed soon after. If I took off May 2 and May 6, that meant ten days off altogether. I started thinking about the possibility of going to Myanmar during the first half of Golden Week.

The first issue was work. At GLOBIS I often say, "work hard, play hard," which fits my style, and I've publicly stated that people at the top should take the initiative in putting this into action, so taking the 2nd and the 6th off shouldn't spark any complaints. I could cover the additional cost of going to Myanmar on my own to avoid mixing business and pleasure and causing any troubles for the company.

The problem was my family. In the course of discussing Golden Week plans with my family, I learned my wife's parents were coming to our lodge for the first half of the week. I conveniently convinced myself that I would not need to be around for that, and actually, not being there would be even better, since my in-laws would be able to relax more. I would be a good son by inviting my own parents for the second half of the week and could make up for lost time by playing a lot with my kids. Two birds with one stone.

Next, my itinerary. It looked like I could get four nights in Myanmar. One night in Yangon, three in Bagan. My wife would only worry if I told her where I was going, so I decided to say I would be in Singapore the whole time.

My wife commented that this seemed like a long business trip and wondered what I would be doing all that time in Singapore. I answered that I would write everything in my blog.

It's really convenient to write about business trips in my blog. For most families, as soon as you get back from a business trip the conversation starts with "Welcome home, how was your trip?" But in our family it's the opposite. "I'm back—how was my column?" My blogs also serve as reports for the company, so it's very convenient all around.

I visited investors in Singapore and participated in the Asia Roundtable, and then at last was on my way to Myanmar. I took off my shirt and tie; put on shorts, a polo shirt, a hat and sunglasses, and headed for Singapore's Changi Airport. I boarded the SilkAir flight—a subsidiary of Singapore Airlines—to Yangon. About two hours later, I was surprised by the scenery that appeared in the window as we touched down in Yangon. I could hardly see anything man-made. It's extremely rare for an airport near a capital city to be so undeveloped.

There were no bridges in the airport, of course. An old bus came and picked us up. It didn't have air-conditioning and it was hot. A woman with beautiful skin who looked in her early thirties sat down next to me. Dressed in white cotton hemp, she glowed with elegance. The last passenger got on the bus. It was a woman in her 70s, and slowly she was helped to climb steps onto the bus. A number of people immediately got up to offer their seats to her. She refused at first but eventually, the woman next to me insisted that she take her seat. I felt a little embarrassed about not being able to do anything, but at the same time I could sense the humanity of the people of Myanmar, and felt I could trust this country.

I went through immigration, exchanged money into the local currency, and proceeded to baggage claim, where I spotted the first lady who had been next to me on the bus. There was no sign of my suitcase. She caught my glance, so I decided to speak to her, thinking you can't be shy when your traveling.

I told her I had been on a business trip in Singapore before coming here and asked if she too had come from Singapore or whether she lived here. She pleasantly answered, asking me in turn where I was from and why I had come to Myanmar. Since we'd starting chatting, I thought I might as well ask a few more questions. I asked about where she lived, how I should get to my hotel downtown, and if it was safe taking taxis here. I found out we were going the same direction and she suggested we share a taxi. I agreed, on the condition that she let me pay, and we had a deal. :-)

As I exited customs, I noticed someone from my hotel holding a placard. I walked right by, and then it dawned on me that I may have asked my travel agency to arrange a pick up. As I suspected, it turned out they were here to drive me. Seeing there were no other passengers, I arranged for the lady to join us. So instead of heading into town in a taxi, we found ourselves in the hotel limousine to downtown Yangon.

As we drove in, I asked her all about the country, culture, and recommended sightseeing spots. It turned out she was the founder and manager of a textiles company with some 200 employees. The US currently maintains an economic embargo with Myanmar, so she principally deals with Japan, Korea and Germany. She is in her mid-forties and has been married twice but is now divorced and lives with her three children.

As we neared her house, we exchanged business cards. She kindly gave me her mobile phone number and told me to contact her if I had any problems while I was in the country. I wanted to contact her even if I didn't have any problems. :-) I don't know when we'll ever meet again, but it was a fun drive.

From there, I was on my own, and so I began talking with the limousine driver. He was very friendly towards Japan and loved Japanese products. After a while we stopped at the entrance to the Strand Hotel and a valet came out to meet us. The Strand Hotel is a venerable hotel along the same lines as Raffles in Singapore and the Oriental Bangkok. It was built in 1901 and re-furbished in 1993. The butler showed me to my room. I had my computer with me but was not able to connect to the Internet.

I was at loose ends and began to read the hotel guidebook. The photo of a friend was prominently featured inside the guidebook. He was Kenneth Gaw, a friend from YEO (Young Entrepreneurs' Organization) in Hong Kong. We had been great friends ever since meeting at the YEO President University in Los Angeles in 1996. Come to think of it, he had mentioned that while he lived in Hong Kong his parents were from Myanmar, and that they owned the Strand Hotel. I remembered he had invited me to come and stay at the Strand sometime.

The guidebook indicated that Kenneth's father has passed away and that Kenneth became the owner of the hotel. I felt nostalgic and happy. I went straight down to the lobby, explained to the manager that I was a friend of the owner and asked how I could get in contact with him. The manager, a Dutch fellow, kindly said he would email Kenneth but didn't know when he would reply.

The following day, cold champagne was delivered to my room. I felt grateful for this token of kindness from Kenneth.

May 13, 2005
Written from memory in my New York Hotel
Yoshiro Hori

Mr. Yoshito Hori established GLOBIS Management School in 1992 and GLOBIS Capital Partners in 1996. In 2003, GLOBIS started its original MBA program which, in 2006, received accreditation from the Japanese Ministry of Education and gained “university” status. GLOBIS started a part-time MBA program in English in 2009 and a full-time MBA program in English in 2012.

A Harvard MBA graduate and former Sumitomo Corporation employee, Mr. Hori founded the Entrepreneurs’ Organization (EO) Japan Chapter in 1995 and became the first board member from Asia in charge of Asia Pacific region in 1996. He also served on the World Economic Forum (WEF)’s New Asian Leaders Executive Committee and Global Agenda Council on New Models of Leadership, as well as the Harvard Business School Alumni Board from 2005 to 2008. Currently, Mr. Hori is a board member of the Keizai Doyukai (Japan Association of Corporate Executives), and serves as co-chair of WEF’s Global Growth Companies.

In 2008, he launched the G1 Summit – a Japanese version of the WEF’s annual Davos forum. This led to the foundation of G1 Summit Institute in 2013, which Mr. Hori serves as Representative Director.

Just days after a huge earthquake struck northeast Japan in March 2011, Mr. Hori launched Project KIBOW to support the rebuilding of the disaster-affected areas. The following year Project KIBOW was incorporated as the KIBOW Foundation, which Mr. Hori serves as Representative Director.

An avid enthusiast of the Japanese game Go since age 40, Mr. Hori has been Director of the Nihon Ki-in (Japan Go Association) since June 2013.

Since October 2013, Mr. Hori has hosted a weekly TV program in Japan called Nippon Mirai Kaigi (Japan Future Conference). He has authored several books including Visionary Leaders who Create and Innovate Societies, Six Dimensions of Life, and My Personal Mission Statement.

Mr. Hori received his BS in Engineering from Kyoto University and his MBA from Harvard Business School.

He is an avid swimmer and enjoys spending time with his family, especially his five sons.

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