So the best part of travelling in Northern thailand has to be the scorpions. We were in a place called Pai, pronounced "Bye," a helpful peace of information before trying to book a bus ticket there, about 30km from the Burmese border. We were making our way along a path beside the river toward our bungalow. It was pitch black and close to midnight. We'd spent the evening outside a supermarket in this one horse town talking to a few travellers, listening to their tales of woe. Being ripped off, having money and passports stolen on government buses, seeing balaclava-clad burmese
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