Our eyes met from across the room and I couldn’t stop staring; his smile, his eyes, and his legs set my heart on fire. My friends I was traveling with followed my gaze, shrugged at each other and continued their conversation about our recent trek into the mountains of Chang Mai. My mind went blank. I had to meet him. As if we were magnets, drawn together with inexplicable power, we drifted to the center of the room. Within minutes we knew most of what anyone needs to know about their new found love; names, country of origin and our next stop on the traveling circuit. As luck would have it, for the time being, we both had to renew our travel visas for Thailand. The closest place to do it was the Burmese (now known as Myanmar) border in the northern part of Thailand.
We made arrangements the next day to take a day tour to get our passports renewed. The tour would bring us north towards Chang Rai, over to visit “the golden triangle” and on to the Burmese border at Mae Sai. Within a day or so, we boarded the mini-van with another couple, a driver and a tour guide.
The tour guide was a small thai woman who spoke broken English. She introduced herself and the driver, and as we headed out of town, she told us of the sights we were seeing and explained our day. The van was small, only a few rows of seats, enough to carry about eleven people total. My new man and I quickly fell asleep intertwined in each others arms in the last row of the mini-van. We woke up at the first stop on our tour, a Thai temple in Chang Rai. We exited the bus and proceeded to walk around shooting pictures, taking in the sights, and stealing kisses at every chance. I remember not feeling well and sitting in the shade under a tree, thankful that we could get off the bus for a little while and breathe some fresh air. Although, I was excited to be on a new adventure with my new travel companion, all I really wanted to be doing was lying back in my bed in my guesthouse passionately exploring his body. Unfortunately, that would have to wait. For the time being, we were stuck traveling northbound to get our passports stamped.
Our next stop was the “Golden Triangle”. There we had a chance to go from Thailand to Laos by speedboat. It was a beautiful day, and the boat ride smooth. My first impression of Laos was one of disbelief. I had never been to Laos before and I felt like this small piece of the country was set up purely as a tourist trap. It wasn’t authentic. I was disappointed, but knew that I was headed there soon. We walked around checking out all the shops and handi-crafts and finally found ourselves hanging out drinking Beer Lao in a small shop. Soon it was time to get back to the mini-van and head to lunch. Lunch was a fantastic display of Traditional Thai food and delectable delights. We ate like kings and queens.
When we finally reached the border, our tour guide explained our schedule for the rest of the day. She told us to hurry and get across for we’d be heading back to Chang Mai within the next hour or so. So we headed to border control, handed over our passports for new visas and learned that it might take up to and hour or so to process our request. A little frantic, we headed into Burma and the gigantic street market. Again, we found ourselves wandering the market place; checking out all the things being sold. We saw many Burmese men wearing traditional clothing, Longis’, and some tribal women dressed in colorful hand woven clothes.
Finally we headed back to the mini-van, running, with our new visas and passports in hand. Once in the mini again, we all took our original seats. Again we sat in the last row, and this time instead of sleeping, we began fooling around. We couldn’t keep our hands off each other, even if we tried, but really neither one of us wanted to.
There we were on a mini-van bound for Chang Mai, exploring each others bodies as if we were blind people reading braille. As we were getting heated up, the weather outside was cooling off. There were afternoon thunder showers, but we paid them no attention. We were too busy feeling each other out. It felt good to be close to him, touching him and being touched by him. We did not even notice a thing we were so engulfed in pleasuring each other; each fondling the others ’ private parts. It took our tour guide screaming “STOP” at the top of her lungs for us to even notice that we were pulling over to the side of the road because the weather had changed from thick heavy rain to hail balls the size of fists. To this day, I am not sure if she was talking to us or to the driver. After waiting out the weather, we started our slow migration back to Chang Mai. It was an uneventful ride. We sat cuddled in each others arms. When we arrived back into town, we had dinner and spent the night together. The next day we said our goodbyes and he headed south to meet some friends. I often reflect back on that day with fondness. And when I think of the Golden Triangle, renewing passports, traveling, van rides, rain and/or hail, I wonder where in the world he is and if he wonders about me as well.
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