I’ve had a busy week since we finally checked in. I have prepared tons of content for the upcoming weeks, trained to a 5 K to come running, responded to a bazillion email, had a blast for St. Patrick’s day, oh… and went to Burma.
Unfortunately, no, it was not for the trip by the daughter of two weeks, I was so with enthusiasm this year – a post about the reasons travel was cancelled is still under construction – nor for the cruise, I’ve always wanted to join ages. It was a visa run. A bureaucratic necessity for many living in Thailand, a visa run in the South includes literally the shuttle bus to the border, boating in the special district of Kawthaung, get your passport stamped, boating back to Rayong and going about your merry way.
the funniest is that you can actually enter Burma from Kawthaung beyond a small area closely around the city, unless you have already obtained a visa for the country in Bangkok. But you can go and get this stamp, paying Burma American ten dollars for the privilege. Not that I’m complaining. In my case this stamp bought me an additional 30 days in the country beyond my two already extended visas, for a total of seven months in total in Thailand.
I promised myself that I would do any short visa this year that I’d rather take the pretext to end a weekend in a neighbouring country. But, Oh well. Both in my plate and so little time left in Thailand, it seems crazy to leave for more than a round trip boat ride to Kawthaung.
since I left my cameras upwards on the plateau this week, today shots come courtesy of my time of ever-so-en bref in Burma. I hope you enjoy.
picture which is your favorite?
Note: If you are wondering why I call the country in these photos Burma instead of Myanmar, it is simply because on the island I live in Thailand about one third of the population is Burmese, and unequivocally, they refer to their country of origin as Burma. I just followed their example.