Growing up in Hochiminh City during the 80’s and 90’s, the time of US sanction against Vietnam, I thought I had seen the bottom of poverty and disparity. The trip to Bolivia this past summer proved otherwise. I am very familiar with the social and economical struggles of people in a developing country, especially between the majority and minority ethnic groups. It does not surprise me to witness the huge gap between different social classes living in the same city. I am also fully aware of the challenges and obstacles I would face in a foreign country. Although I am very well prepared, both physically and mentally, I cannot deny the overwhelming feeling that I have had on many occasions during the seventeen days that I stayed there.
Bolivia is a beautiful country at a fairly high altitude. The people there are very friendly and the hospitality is great. My first impression was about their food. They are so delicious that I probably ate more than I should for every single meal during my trip. Despite the warnings from my team, I tried street food on my first visit to La Cancha market. It was very tasty and luckily I didn’t get any food borne illnesses. It was an adventure every time we went out to eat. Even a meal prepared at the house by our host mother was very special. We had fun learning how to make empanadas. If we are what we eat, I could totally be a Bolivian. If I come back to Cochabamba, I’ll try many more Bolivian cuisines and street food.
My biggest fear when signing up for this program was the language barrier. It turned out to be a smaller problem than I thought because our group had many interpreters. I also utilized Google translator to aid in communication with the local people. One time, when I had to train the Smile Forever students on checking vital signs, my laptop was my best friend. I could type in what I had to explain and have Google translate it to Spanish. The students will then type in their response or question and translate back to English. It was an experiment and I was happy that it worked so well. The food and language were the only two things that didn’t remind me of Vietnam.
The moment I walked outside of the airport in Santa Cruz, waiting to be transported to a hotel due to our connection flight being cancelled, I realized how similar this place is, compared to Vietnam. We drive around in old, rusty buses or taxicabs. Buildings are not in harmony with the surrounding architectures. There are many motorcycles sharing the same lane with four-wheel vehicles. Indigenous people walk around town with a huge load of merchandise on their back or their heads. There are many street vendors; many of them are kids. One day, there was a group of students, from five or six years old to as old as late teen, wearing their uniforms and marching the street. They were singing, playing drums and some other instruments, holding a banner and shouting some slogans. That reminded me of my friends and me during high school years. Suddenly, I was standing on the balcony, motionless and lost in memories. There are many more moments like that throughout my trip. I still can’t believe how much I miss Vietnam by living with people in a different country. La Cancha market is like the Bolivian version of Ben Thanh Market in Hochiminh City, my hometown.
I was a little concerned when the director of the program told me that I’ll be coaching the students on some dental hygiene procedures. I was only a first year student. I didn’t think I knew enough to work on my own, left alone training someone else. However, the students at Smiles Forever are very new to this profession. They have to start from the very beginning, such as sterilization. It is amazing to see how beautiful the clinic is built, and how under-equipped they are. We had to cut and fold our own 2×2 gauze. The students didn’t have their own instruments or dentoforms to practice at home like I do in the US. There are so many things I took for granted in my clinic but was not available there. Despite the language barrier, my time with the student at Smiles Forever was very successful. Whether it was a one-on-one tutorial, a group demo and practice, or they assist me during a prophy procedure, we had fun working together. They’re always smiling, and that’s what I miss the most about those smart, sweet girls.
As part of the program, we have to do community service. Our destinations include Madre de Dios – an orphanage, Viedma Burn Shelter, and Morachata – a remote area on a highland. At every place we visited, there are stories to be told. There are so many children with dental needs and the local dental providers are not able to help, due to lack of resources. Although I had participated in many community outreach programs back in Vietnam, I had never seen children with such severe cases of dental caries like I saw in Morachata. We applied fluoride on those children in an attempt to stop caries process until further treatments are available. A tour of the intensive care unit for burn victims has left a permanent impression in my mind. I will never forget what I see. Those poor children have to suffer a lot of pain without adequate help and care from the adults. I struggle to put into words how I feel. When it hurts so bad inside, tears couldn’t come out to relief me of the emotion I have.
I should have left my heart and my brain back in Seattle so that I wouldn’t be so affected by what I witness in Bolivia. Those poor children suffered so much pain from both dental and general health problems. There must be some way to improve access to care. There must be some way to deliver the much needed care to those kids. Having a toothbrush and a tube of toothpaste is not something many people can afford, and that thought troubles me. After a session at the burn shelter, or a day in Morachata, I found myself sitting quietly in front of my laptop, looking at the photo I took of the day, and struggling to put into words what was going through my mind. I don’t have a plan on what I am going to do for those kids, but deep inside my heart, I know I’ll come back to help. Their faces may fade from my memory, but the emotion will remain with me eternally. This trip has changed my perspective of life, and how I should live it. I appreciate every little thing I have because I know many people out there can only dream about it. I learned a lot more than I expected.



























