I was adopted by a woman in Mae Sot, who brought me to her school, drove me around town on her motorbike, and fed me constantly for a few days. I helped her record English dialogue lessons for her Thai students, and chatted with her for hours. It was nice to get more closely acquainted with this woman, meet her students, and get to see Mae Sot, a Thai-Burmese-Indian town, through her eyes. One of the highlights was meeting a student with a crush who said "I still heart you forever, teacher!" as I was leaving.
The day I spent in Myanmar was absolutely ridiculous, mostly for reasons that can't be explained on here. I crossed the Mae Sot-Myawaddy border with no trouble, although the passport control guy thought I was doign a visa run and didn't understand why I was leaving so far ahead of April 12th (which is when I'm required to leave Thailand for a sec). But I got in okay, had a Burmese man walk me over the Friendship Bridge, and then ambled around Myawaddy for a few hours. I stopped at a pretty cool Wat for awhile - similar to but not exactly the same as Thai wats. A group of young monks was splashing each other and messing around in the water. They all giggled and nodded when I asked if I could take their photo. Afterward I showed them the pics and they laughed hysterically, pointing fingers and teasing each other for their captured expressions.
A bit later I got my palm read by an ancient Burmese man. I'm to live over 90 years, have two marriages, 3 children, and be extremely lucky from 35-42 years old. Also something about Venus and Saturn, but I couldn't understand him about that part. Or he just made it all up.
Lunch was a trip. I walked into a nice-looking place back near the border and asked if they accepted Thai baht. Until I actually showed them the bills, they seemed to think I'd said something about hot coffee. The menu, of course, was unintelligible to my eyes, so I said chicken/gai to the FOUR waitresses and one young boy who were standing before me. They all excitedly nodded their heads, so I continued, "Ok, chicken.... and anything. Ok? Chicken and whatever. Mai pen rai. Ok?" No, not okay. They had no idea what I meant. So in a big gesture to help, one of them ran next door to get an interpreter, who turned out to speak no English whatsoever, but did speak a little Thai. So I thought she and I worked out that I would eat anything under the sun as long as it was paired with chicken instead of a more questionable meat.
This was what they served me: a bowl of rice large enough to feed a family of four; pickled spinach/greens; bean sprouts and tofu; an oily green soup with grape leaves; two pickled spicy eggs; a plate of herbs with a nasty sour source; and what I thought was green mango but most definitely was not. Then they stood at the end of my table and STARED at me for minutes. I finally glanced at them awkwardly and they immediately smiled and backed away. Of course the food turned out to be delicious. Chicken or the rest of that stuff? Same same.