Let’s say you have a kid. (Maybe you actually do.)
I don’t mean an infant or a teenager. I’m not dealing with that. Kid. Picture a kid.
Okay, now let’s say you asked me to look after your beloved child. I am totally trustworthy, by the way. I can teach the kid drinking games and undo most of their Sunday Schooling. Kids love me.
Now let’s say something unexpected happened. While I’m watching your kid, the heavens opened up. A god descends on his golden chariot and scoops up your child. “I am taking this child!” bellows the mischievous deity.
“Noooo,” I exclaim half-heartedly. I was getting bored with the kid anyway.
“Ah, but I’ll give you a choice!” says the sly god on his slick golden chariot. “I am going to abandon this child all alone, in the middle of a city! But I’ll let you choose which city.”
“Is this like a multiple choice deal, or–”
“YES!” The gods don’t have time for open-ended questions. They always use bubble tests. “Your choices are Saint Paul, USA; or Chiang Mai, Thailand! WHICH DO YOU SELECT!”
Your child’s life depends on this. Give this some thought. Saint Paul is a respectable city, a little conservative, one of the lower crime rates for a major city in the US. It has a better reputation than its hipper sister city, Minneapolis.
But would you seriously leave your kid on the street there?
“Chiang Mai! Drop that kid in Chiang Mai!”
I just saved your kid’s life.
And that, my friends, is my answer to the question “Is Chiang Mai safe?”