The edge of the river separating Thailand from Myanmar. We are standing on the Thai side of the river in Mae Sot which is pretty much a border town. The difference between the two nations is quite distinct. There are cars on the Thai side that glint in the sun and on the Myanmar side there are people pulling wooden carts. After we went through customs, had our passports stamps and paid 500 baht (20 dollars NZ) we came out in a fenced off part, still no man's land, between Thailand and Myanmar. The children chanted the same words but in a different language to that of India. I presume hot and cold water in Myanmar. I wrote a poem about this wee monk with his toy gun. Just at the edge of the white building on the left is as far as we were allowed to walk before drunken soldiers with guns slung across their shoulders told us to turn around and walk back, we had come as far as we were allowed for twenty dollars.