Today: I'm at a hotel in Chiang Mai with my wife. We took a bus here last night to get nice and close the US Consulate for her tourist visa interview this morning. Denied again. Just like the last time, the guy asked her two questions before telling her no, refusing to even look at the supporting documents we’d spent months preparing. But we were both born with uncomfortable levels of rebelliousness and resilience. So our day will come. It’s only a question of when.