Chiang Rai and Mae Sai Destinations

Mae Sai is a border town in Thailand, right smack dab in the middle of the infamous Golden Triangle. While it may seem quite adventurous for some, it must be remembered that the Golden Triangle was only created during the Vietnam War and drug trafficking was still active and definitely reached its culmination in Afghanistan.

In any case, Mae Sai was one of the most beautiful, most relaxing places I've ever visited. I'm trying to say that he reminded Ozarks, but this course would not be true. Chiang Mai, however, is in the mountains and is far from the many exotic bamboos, where it is also grown in other tropical plants; is not really a tropical feeling either. The wavy mountains are gorgos, the rivers are calm and quiet treasure. The peoples of Chiang Mai themselves are not as lively as other Thailand, and although they were friendly, they seemed shy. What did they think in Burma (Myanmar), I never asked.

If there is a dark side for Mae Sai, of course, the city's Thai side and the Burmese side (Tachilek) directly along the river. It was verbal, but it was obvious that the river itself was rather shallow, and I'm sure people are going around the clock. My wife and in fact stayed in a beautiful teak bungalow on which this river and the Burmese were front view and saw a young boy bursting heroin with the same needle with a terrible morning ritual of a Burmese man. (It is not known that the Burmese Government tragically and inexplicably disrupts almost anything to the spread of HIV in Myanmar.) I hear I cross the bridge from which I look down and to go to Burma for Chiang Mai day trips. I have a lot of mixed feelings about this. Although I definitely want to meet with the Burmese people and love the country, I do not feel right for money in the hands of the government, which makes millions of Burmese people. On the other hand, I would not condemn anyone to visit Burma and say that I will go myself if I have a chance. The world is not always as simple and pleasant as Mae Sai.

Source by Dinah Jackson

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