One of the strangest days I experienced on my travels was a trip to Burma and Laos from Chiang Mai, Thailand. The 12 hours were mostly spent in the back of a tour van but also introduced me to the Burma border control and a little piece of Heaven and Hell..
This popular, one day excursion brings you to the Golden Triangle – an area that overlaps Thailand, Vietnam, Laos and Burma. The 367,000 square miles of land are infamous for the extensive opium trafficking that occurs, but tourists mostly visit the portion where Thailand touches both Laos and Burma, for less illegal reasons. I took the day trip for one – to step over the border of Burma and immediately return to Thailand to get my passport stamped, earning me two more weeks in Thailand before my visa expired.
It’s a bizarre trip to begin with – the act of crossing a heavily armed border to blatantly re-enter made me quite uneasy. But the”Visa Run” is a common practice amongst backpackers and expats who need to extend to their stay. I was the only one on my tour who embarked for that reason but my tour guide had no problem walking with me to customs and guiding me through the process of tucking the extra “fee” into my passport to pay off the border patrol for my swift re-entrance.
A well-suited stop occurs on this already strange day trip when passing through Chiang Rai at Wat Rong Khun – a temple that feels as though it was devised by someone making good use of the region’s opium stock. Wat Rong Kun is a Buddist and Hindu, unconventional temple that has been in the process of completion since 1997. It is entirely white as a symbol of the purity of Buddha. I couldn’t get over the bizarre nature of this place – from the pit of hands reaching up from the ground to the mash up of pop culture and world events on the temples interior walls.
Once you enter the temple, it is forbidden to exit from the entrance. You must pass through all the way as the passage through Wat Rong Khun is meant to depict the journey through Hell to get to Heaven – hence the tortured hands beneath the bridge of the entrance.
I could go on and on about how perplexed and amused I was by this place, but the pictures speak for themselves…