This one's an honest entry rather than a trip. Back then a border run was the standard way to keep a long stay in Thailand legal, so we drove west, crossed into Myanmar, waited out enough time on the other side to make the stamp count, and came back.
What we mostly remember is the drive, which was horrid, and how small the checkpoints were on both sides. Nothing like a proper border: a couple of little posts and a lot of dust. Everyone around us seemed to be there for the cigarettes and the cheap alcohol, which is really what the crossing runs on.
So we're counting it, but only just. We saw a market, a car park and a line of hills, and we'd happily go back and see the actual country one day.