Bleeding Streets and Burning Faith: My Three Days in Tachilek

Tachilek doesnโ€™t want to be found, but once youโ€™re there, itโ€™s unforgettableโ€”hot, raw, and riddled with discomfort. A place where wild dogs roam and red spit stains the streets from locals chewing betel nut. Itโ€™s where hope meets despair, and survival is a grim dance played out daily.

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