Getting back to Mae Sariang was just as easy as getting to Mae Sot. The 240km's was done in 3 rides, the last of which took me the majority of the way.
I appreciated getting the lift from Nurn. He can speak pretty good English so we spoke the whole way back to Mae Sariang. He gave me a lot of information regarding the Burmese refugees in Thailand and filled in a lot of gaps in my knowledge on the history of the situation.
I was particularly struck when we drove past one of the camps close to Mae Sot. In this one camp alone there are 16 000 people have fled from persecution and the fighting in Myanmar. At first I assumed it to be a quaint village with its pretty huts tucked up against the hills. It's not so pretty anymore when it takes a while to drive past and you know why there are so many people here.
Back in Mae Sariang I gave Kitti the disappointing news that I couldn't volunteer in his village.
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