We started our travels in Myanmar in a little border town called Tachileik. From the moment we crossed the border from Thailand to Myanmar, we knew this country was going to be special. Red-toothed men in long skirts were welcoming us when we entered the town. Sitting, standing, hanging around the bridge which brings in the tourists from Thailand. Being used to the friendliness of the Thai, these Indian-looking people managed to be even more friendly.
Besides us, I think I saw one more foreign couple in this tiny town. No western tourists to be found whatsoever. After doing some research about our travel itinerary in an air-conditioned bar – hallelujah for aircon -, we realised why. There was no way for us, foreigners to get out of there. We could have taken a bus to Kengtung the next day, 100 kilometres up north. But then we would have had the same problem. Being stuck in a remote place. So we booked an expensive flight to Mandalay for the next day, either that or returning to Thailand.