A few hours ago, Ye Zijun would never have thought that her trip to six Southeast Asian countries with her parents, funded by her half-year salary and bonus, would end up in such a predicament.
They had just finished their dinner and were strolling down the street. She had researched beforehand; this area in Myitkyina was supposed to be the most fun, bustling, and safe in the evening.
But soon, something didn't seem right.
Group after group of menacing-looking people kept passing by. Something seemed to have happened in the distance. The locals began to leave, followed by the tourists. The noise of uproar was everywhere - not the joyful kind, but the kind associated with erupting conflicts.
Soon, when her and other tourists were still confused and unsure of where to go, the whole city seemed to plunge into chaos. In particular, some local youths seemed to have gone mad, yelling and screaming as if they had taken the wrong medicine.
