I met Satan on the way out of Chiang Mai. He seemed a
nice enough chap. Ready smile. Helpful. He was working for Thai immigration.
That's how I recognised him – he had his name on his identity badge.
He processed my exit permission at Chiang Mai airport.
I thanked him, said 'Get thee behind me Satan', and stepped into the limbo of
the air transport system.
I took it as a good sign. I was going to need the luck
of the devil to make my spur of the moment Myanmar travel hopes work.
Another day, another airport
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