This is what we looked at during our dinner.
It reminded me of home ;)
"Jew" showing us her extra large 10 pairs of underwear she got for, "cheap cheap."
Passengers in the van, minus the 3 English speakers.
Wow.
Stumbled upon when we were off-roading in the van after asking where the hell
we were going and no one would give an answer.
Long-Neck Hill Tribe?
Or just heads that are too heavy for our necks picture?
We used this random hotels bathroom and thought we should document the moment.
Girls just want to have fun!
In front of a temple! Completely normal.
What a sunset!!!!!!!
Can you believe this picture is real???
Totally unedited. Not enhanced. Untouched beauty.
Anyone need a bra?
No excuse for not getting the right size. Hee Hee
This just shows how far back one store went!
Chiang Rai has the biggest flea market I have ever seen.
Tons of stores back to back to back to back to back.
We were inches away from crossing the border...inches I tell ya!
In the back of the van...
Just remember that when you are meeting the Thai teachers at 5 a.m. at 7-11
it is not going to be a normal day. After a 3 and a half hour van ride to Chiang Rai we were shuffled from a school to "The Little Duck Hotel" back to school without a reason or word really exchanged between the group of Thai's to us English speakers. Here in this fabulous country we have learned to go with the flow and accept events as they are tossed to, or rather at us. For about an hour we sat in a meeting listening to everyone speaking Thai before our director just happened to mention to one of us that we arrived on the wrong day for the English Competition and we will instead be taking a tour of the school.
Around noon or so we got some lunch and hopped in the van for an unknown
(at least to us) destination. The ladies kept saying we were going shopping in Mynamar and we all laughed and laughed because they love to joke around with us. Long behold, everyone is taking out their passports and an immigration office is approaching in the distance. Kel, Georgie and I began to look at eachother with quizzical faces and thought this could go one of two ways: either we are really going to Mynamar or this is a long, thought out joke.
Yahooooooooooooooo, Mynamar it is! Or isn't...
30 baht for Thai people to cross over and 500 for foreigners.
We were left on the other side.
We are officially, Mynamar rejects.
Thank goodness you were too cheap to go into Myanmar. You were too close as it was, for my comfort. Great stories, though, from all of three you. Thanks!
ReplyDeleteThanks Stu! Always happy to hear from ya!
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