A human being should be able to change a diaper, plan an invasion, butcher a hog, conn a ship, design a building, write a sonnet, balance accounts, build a wall, set a bone, comfort the dying, take orders, give orders, cooperate, act alone, solve equations, analyze a new problem, pitch manure, program a computer, cook a tasty meal, fight efficiently, die gallantly. Specialization is for insects.
31 Dec 2011 by Edward Miles Stapleton
If you’re not curious, you’re not a scientist.
Backtracking down along the Mekong, we hit another quiet little town, Chiang Saen, sitting on the banks of the Mekong. In the middle of the river sit a series of long islands that serve as free trade zones between Thailand and Laos, snake wine, playing cards, toy guns, cowboy hats, and Burmese tobacco are all available in whatever currency you’re carrying.
The Golden Triangle, the joining of the Ruak and Mekong Rivers, the joining of the borders between Myanmar, Thailand, and Laos, and heart of the Southeast Asian opium trade. And now it’s nothing more than a waypoint for tourists.
Past Mae Salong, the highway nears the border with Myanmar. The trading town of Mae Sai gives you plenty of opportunity to purchase goods, souvenirs, and tobacco imported from Myanmar as well as offering you the chance to hand your passport and a hefty “processing fee” over for the privilege of enjoying a day on the other side of the border.
The battle-weary troops of the Kuomintang’s 93rd division have long ago traded in their guns for plowshares and now, many decades later, Mae Salong is the center of the region’s thriving tea plantations.
Mae Salong is a drowsy, mist-shrouded village of winding roads and green hillsides in northern Thailand, it now produces Chinese tea and a potent whiskey reminiscent of high-proof Fernet Branca.
[And yes, I realize I’ve missed posting for almost a month. Starting to fall behind (like that’s never happened to me before).]

