Stop 12: Mae Sae Gee -- Mae Sai, Thailand

On account that we had twelve hours to leave the country or we would be fined in the form of our first child, we attempted to pay Burma another quick visit, hopefully a successful one this time. Like the true badasses we are, we walked from the northern most point of Thailand to the safe, harmonious and peaceful country of Burma.  After dodging some bullets (metaphorically and physically) and buying some DVDs, nbd, we stopped into a menu-less café and pointed at a bowl of noodles to indicate our choice for lunch.  Cam, the genius that she is, had a desperate craving for salt, which just happened to be place neatly on the table.  Sure that no amount of salt could improve this disaster of a dish, she poured approximately one quarter of the bottle onto the noodles and dug in. Much to her surprise, it didn’t taste salty… not even one bit.  It did, however, taste strangely similar to the stank-nasty, dirty ch-pimp (Hah, shout out to Willie) Chinese food from the famous Oint Dum Chinese Restaurant.  Lightbulb. That ain’t no salt. MSG. Cool. Dizzy. Sick. What the CUSS??! Legitimately traumatized, we thought it would be better to have our next meal in Thailand so we decided to return. We re-crossed the border, gained a 15-day extension to our visas and re-entered a country that was starting to feel more like home.