Northern Thailand

It was close to feeding time so the tigers were getting restless. I'd never touched anything that had that much raw power. When you touch a tiger it should be firm, otherwise the tiger might think your a bug and swat you off. You are not supposed to wear red, make eye contact or engage in any way that the tiger might considered playful. I was alert but not scared when we were around the tiger, but I felt myself turn white when one of the four tigers made eye contact with me. He was in a crouching position so we decided it was a good time to end our visit. 

The Karen Long Neck tribe was transplanted to Thailand from Myanmar (Burma) because of the 65 year old conflict. Their only means of income is selling handmade crafts and tourism. It was strange to pay an admission fee to enter a village and have the villagers so willing to take pictures. It was like if thugs charged tourists to enter a ghetto in the US to take pictures with them flashing gang signs. As the world gets smaller tourism will get bigger and weirder.

Right behind where Tara was sitting was a freshly killed rat. It's what's for dinner. With all the money the village takes in they should be able to have beef once in a while; I guess old habits die hard. Tara held her composure while I was taking the picture, as to not to offend anyone. Rats are one of her biggest fears. I would taste some if offered, but I probably wouldn't pursue it.

Our driver practicing his crossbow technique under the tutelage of one of the villagers. 

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