Tachilek doesn’t want to be found, but once you’re there, it’s unforgettable—hot, raw, and riddled with discomfort. A place where wild dogs roam and red spit stains the streets from locals chewing betel nut. It’s where hope meets despair, and survival is a grim dance played out daily.
Bleeding Streets and Burning Faith: My Three Days in Tachilek
Josh Nash 