MONG LA, Myanmar — The smuggling route into this rebel-run jungle outpost just over the Chinese border begins on the back of a motorcycle that takes passengers through steeply terraced rubber plantations, and skirts the official crossing before ending at an outdoor market where bedraggled prostitutes mingle with Chinese tourists haggling over tiger claws, bear paws and desiccated squares of elephant skin.
At $14 each way, the 20-minute ride is a relative bargain, although the price does not include payoffs to teenage Burmese insurgents at impromptu checkpoints along the way.
Tucked into the verdant forests of Myanmar’s eastern Shan state, Mong La is better known here by its Chinese name, Xiaomengla, in part because the vast majority of its residents are Chinese, as are most of the illegal day-trippers, drug mules, Christian missionaries and comely young croupiers who work in the city’s 20 casinos, most of which are Chinese-owned.
Mong La has a hilltop Buddhist temple and a picturesque colonial church, but vice and self-indulgence, not sightseeing, are the city’s main draws. “There’s not much to do here but gamble and eat wild animals,” one Chinese matron said with disdain.
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Mong La runs on Beijing time, 90 minutes ahead of the rest of Myanmar, also known as Burma. Cellphone service and electricity are provided by China. The renminbi of China, not the Burmese kyat, is the only currency accepted at the city’s roulette tables, storefront brothels and Sichuan-style restaurants.
As Myanmar embraces democracy after decades of military dictatorship, Mong La, the domain of a former Communist rebel turned warlord-entrepreneur, is a glaring reminder of the challenges the Burmese government faces in taming the patchwork of rebel-held territories along its northern frontier.
Sai Leun, the warlord who runs what is officially known as Special Region No. 4, employs several thousand armed men who, for the moment, peacefully coexist with Burmese troops and the ethnic Wa militia that controls a neighboring piece of territory.
Despite its longstanding economic and historic ties to the region, China has a conflicted relationship with Mong La. A decade ago, alarmed by the legion of officials gambling away stolen public money, Chinese soldiers poured across the border to shut down the casinos. In response, Sai Leun simply orchestrated the construction of new gambling parlors 10 miles farther south of the border on a virgin tract of jungle.
In 2012, when China severed cellphone service to the area in an effort to choke off Internet gambling, casino owners brought in satellite dishes to maintain the flow of money from those who prefer to bet from the comfort of Shanghai, Guangzhou and other Chinese cities.
Analysts say the Chinese are reluctant to pull the plug entirely — something China could easily do by blocking cross-border traffic or by cutting off the electrical supply flowing south from adjacent Yunnan province.
“If we banned tourism entirely, it would harm more than just the casinos and hit a lot of businesses that support the local economy,” said Zhu Zhenming, an expert on China-Myanmar relations at the Yunnan Academy of Social Sciences.
Officially, at least, Beijing tries to limit access to the city by requiring its citizens to obtain special permits; outside each casino, large red signs remind Chinese citizens that they are forbidden to enter.
In reality, Mandarin speakers fill nearly every seat at the baccarat tables and electronic slot machines. Few bother applying for a pass and instead sneak in, via motorbike or by climbing through large holes conveniently located on the border fence.
Mong La thrives by appealing to humanity’s more base desires. Hotel rooms are littered with palm cards hawking “newly arrived virgins,” “mother-daughter combos” and “sassy 16-year-olds with large breasts,” and hotel televisions broadcast round-the-clock Japanese pornography, along with Chinese historical dramas and South Korean soap operas. Crystal meth is widely available, as are handguns, stolen cars and a Noah’s Ark of endangered wildlife — owls, bamboo rats and tortoises — displayed in cages outside restaurants.
The city’s anything-goes ethos has turned Mong La into a magnet for wildlife traffickers eager to satisfy the medicinal and culinary cravings of its Chinese clientele. Stores openly sell Tibetan antelope heads, cloud leopard pelts and wild tiger limbs — items banned in China. At the live animal market, caged monkeys and pangolins, scaly anteaters whose meat is highly prized in southern China, await slaughter.
At night, Mong La resembles a neon spaceship that crash-landed in the jungle. But the potholed streets are thick with desperation. “I came here a rich man, and now I have nothing,” said a 43-year-old cabdriver, a former businessman from Chongqing, who said he gambled away nearly 700,000 renminbi, or about $115,000, more than a decade ago.
The driver, who gave only his surname, Zhang, said he longed to be with his family but could not leave until he earned enough money to regain his pride. “I won’t let my family come here, because this is no place for children,” he said before turning his attention back to the poker game on his cellphone.
Having borrowed money from loan sharks, some residents are trapped as they await money from relatives. Others are outlaws who have found refuge in a lawless land. Liu Qiao, 40, a blustery man from northern China, fled here in 2009 after gambling away what he said was $1.6 million that belonged to his mining company.
Fearing arrest if he returns to China, he found work as a so-called casino agent, escorting wealthy gamblers to casinos and arranging cash advances through a company that gives him a small cut of each loan. Asked what happens to those who cannot repay their debts, Liu smiled uncomfortably. “You don’t leave until you pay,” he said.
Over dinner, Liu lamented that his gambling addiction had destroyed his family and the mining company, started with friends, that has since gone belly up. “I’ve lost all face,” he said.
But his mood brightened as he took one more stroll through the casino floor. He paused at a roulette table, threw down a 100-renminbi note bearing the face of Mao and waited. When the ball dropped, he picked up 200 renminbi from the table and walked out into the night, a smile on his face.