Doing visa runs to Mae Sai

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Permalink Reply by nephyr on August 31, 2009 at 12:04am

hot crowded market just across the little bridge from Thailand. Incessant vendors trying their hardest to press cigarettes and pornography into our hands; items that had we desired them, would have been taken from us by customs crossing back into Thailand. The endless children trying to sell us tiny battery operated fans that you hang around your neck. Just trying to find something for my 4 year old son to drink that was not made entirely out of corn syrup. Tired son. Tired husband. Tired me. Then that little beggar girl standing next to me. The feel of her fingers wrapping around mine. Our tiny secret passage of coins. My hand to hers. How she smiled at me before she ran away. How my hand missed hers.
We were going to stay the night, but border towns are border towns with their own brand of pressure and sorrow all over the world. I never wanted to stay the night in Nogales, just south of Arizona either; no matter how delicious the margaritas. So we got back on the bus to Chiang Mai, our new visas in hand.

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