I had barely made it over twenty ill-designed steps when the rank stink of monkey-pee assaulted my nose. It was worse than stepping around (or into) poo that kept appearing faster than it was being cleaned up by hapless Burmese men and women with long handled brooms.
So, the first three weeks of my #101days of travel that started in Myanmar was smooth sailing. In the sense, that there was less chances of getting conned. Fear of theft was negligible. Things changed upon arriving in Chiang Mai, Thailand.
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