I don't mind you bumping the thread at all PB
It's an extremely interesting place is Mae Sot and the general border region in that vicinity is colourful in oh so many ways, to say the least.
Burma itself is a very peculiar country, to put it mildly.
Prior to the Second World War some 55% of Rangoon's population of 500,000 was Indian, and South Asian, only a third or so was Burmese.
Karen's, Chinese and of course Anglo-Burmese made up the remainder.
Throughout the country especially around border towns on all areas, there will always be a fair old array of the melting pot, coupled with aliens.
The Japanese occupied Burma during the period 1942 to 1945 and this has had a slight impact on the populations diversity.
The Military Junta are suspicious of everything and everybody.
Life is so cheap you cannot really understand unless you have seen some of the things that go on in that country and in the Thai border towns especially regarding the employment of Burmese refugees or simply travellers who go into Thailand to earn a few baht.
Payment after a years work can be death, a bullet in the head, or a machete, the corpse and there are many on a regular basis are sometimes thrown into the Ping River in the Tak area.
Nobody really gives a dam.
Last February alone a major assassination of one of the KNU leaders Mr Mahn Sha who was the general secretary of the Karen National Union took place.
It's what happens in The Mae Sot Area.
Twenty years ago the town was like something out of a Mad Max film, a lunatic asylum.
They are still there of course, but they keep somewhat better control of themselves and the situations nowadays.
Attention drawing is never a good thing.
There are some beautiful sunsets though.
Late 1980's it wasn't safe to take a European woman into Mae Sot at night.
In fact you had to be very careful. As it was, I was doing a great deal of research and got to know a lot of people, mercenaries especially.
Mercenaries who didn't really get paid either. They just liked to kill and got a kick from the events they became involved with.
Drinking one night a giant of a guy was shouting his mouth off, (he was occidental) a small guy from Scotland ex forces and working out there, flicked a stiletto open, then, in one movement rammed it up under big boy's bottom jaw in the twinkling of an eye, over and done with, it came out on his cheek with splinters of bone.
He kept hold of the hilt of the weapon, dragged his head down towards his, looked him in the eye and said:-
"Now shut ya f'ing mouth sunshine, I'm having a bevvy!"
That skewer of a blade which entered his bottom jaw must have gone through his tongue, roof of his mouth and cheekbone, such was the force.
Yes, it can be a very dangerous place, but then again, so can Southend on Sea if the right people or the wrong people depending on how you view it, are there.
We always took care to rest up in isolated places.
Occidentals drew attention.
The fact that Burma is ruled by a military Junta , will always create problems for the local people in general of course.
Many think escape to Thailand is the answer.
Or dealing in illicit goods, fake medication, drugs especially methamphetamine, cigarettes, clothes, human beings and more besides.
The Moei divides the two countries at this point.
That’s not a problem though, they simply wade across, every now and then police or border Rangers make an issue out of it.
They then usually get shot.
They of course can be the police (as happened last year) or the Burmese.
Again, it's not an issue, nobody gives a dam.
You can see vehicles crossing the border and nobody checks anything.
Not even the tread on the tyres.
You don't need to be Einstein to work out what they are toting either.
In Myawaddi it's possible to watch the Junta's Mafia or the work horses of The Pau's holding the community still at the point of several AK47's whilst pick up loads of cement pass by en rout to the border.
Cement indeed.
But that lucky old sun ain't got nothing to do, but role around heaven all day!
When it's too deep to walk across, they use wagon wheel inner tubes or other creations to cross, some make it, many die trying.
Nobody really gives a toss.
Some of them exist like rats on the banks of the river.
I'll dig a lot more photographs out in due course.
They don't have much in Myawaddi.
Life is very cheap indeed.
We Brits built these pill boxes to defend against invasion, the Japs especially.
Now a family can live inside one.
Some in Mae Sot though live better.
It's not exactly cricket, is it.