We took Stephen’s helmet with us to Chiang Mai so we could safely borrow a friend’s motorbike. In an effort to save space, I filled the helmet with underwear and socks on the way up.
On the way back, I stuffed some dirty clothes in, since that was mostly what we were taking back. (And why stuff the clean, neatly folded things in?)
We arrived back to Mae Sot, dug out the helmet, and jumped on the motorbike to grab dinner.
According to Stephen’s reaction, I apparently put my running clothes in and a few other not-so-pleasantly smelling items. Whoops.