"Hey, let's grab some food together sometime," said Kai, my college friend, over the phone. His warm eyes peeked through the clear lenses of his glasses, a constant fixture on his face.

"Hey, how about we go out of town instead? Let's have a meal somewhere far away," I replied.

And that was the genesis of our culinary adventure.

Two weeks flew by like a fast-forwarded scene in a movie.

I woke up before sunrise to the sound of my alarm clock. I had packed my bags the night before, so I didn't have to rush or worry about forgetting anything. 5:45 AM was enough time for me to shower and brush my teeth in 5 minutes, take a motorbike taxi from my dorm to the bus depot in Min Buri market in 10 minutes, and wait for bus 96 for another 15 minutes to get to Mo Chit New Bus Terminal. I got off at Soi Ladprao 32 and went to the gas station to use the restroom (why did I have to go now when I was almost there?). After taking care of my business, I took a motorbike taxi to Soi Ladprao 34 to meet my friend who was nearby. We then took a taxi to Mo Chit from there for 71 baht.

Sitting down to eat leisurely at Mo Chit 2 at 9:15 am, unaware that the bus to Three Pagodas Pass departed at 9:30 am. It wasn't until I went to buy a ticket that I realized this. The ticket seller urged me to run and purchase a ticket on the bus. So I ran...

At platform 109, the last bus was slowly moving away. We could only follow it with our eyes, our legs filled with despair. Our belongings were piled up on the floor. I asked Kai, "What should we do?" We both didn't really want to take a van these days until the driver who was releasing the car came to ask where we were going. "To Sangkhla, but we'll get off at the Pi checkpoint." The uncle pointed his finger at the van stop. Okay, we got it. We reluctantly got into the van, feeling apprehensive and cautious. The bell rang.

The fare for a van to Kanchanaburi city is 120 baht.

Stepping off the bus in Kanchanaburi, I walked ten paces to the red truck heading to Sangkhla. Glancing at my watch, it was just past noon, leaving ample time before the truck's departure. I ambled to a restaurant behind the bus station. Its weathered appearance and oil-stained charm suggested delicious food, and I was not disappointed. The simple minced pork stir-fry was exceptionally flavorful. I followed it with a steaming bowl of clear soup, aiding the food's journey to my gut. Turning back to the red truck, I was surprised to find it gone, replaced by another with a sign reading "Thong Pha Phum." After finishing my meal, I rushed to the conductor and asked, "Auntie, I want to go to Sangkhla, but get off at Pom Pi." She replied, "Yes, you can go, but you have to transfer. I'll let you know." A Burmese or Mon woman, I'm not sure, chimed in, "Go, go, get on, get on." "Yes, yes, you can go, get on," the conductor echoed. Thanking both the conductor and the Southeast Asian woman, I boarded the truck and secured a spot at the back to find a spacious corner for my luggage.

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We then arrived at the entrance of Khao Laem National Park. I asked my friend, "Are you sure?" We then asked the officer at the checkpoint. He said we had to go another 2 kilometers. At first, we planned to walk there leisurely, but the officer at the checkpoint volunteered to take us one by one because our bags were bulky and he was afraid we wouldn't be able to fit. So I let my friend go first. Less than 5 minutes later, I saw the officer pushing the cart back with a chicken. It turned out that he ran out of gas. Another officer then volunteered to take us instead, proudly announcing that his tank was full. The three of us, along with our luggage, were crammed together like sardines. But in no time, we arrived. We got out, soaking wet, and raised our hands in thanks. We took a picture as a souvenir.

: If you see the sign for Khao Laem National Park, do not get off at the fort. Instead, continue for another 2 kilometers. You will see the sign for Pom Pi Fort on your left. It is a good idea to inform the bus conductor in advance.

Entrance fee + tent rental for 70 baht in exchange for a million-dollar atmosphere. Order food before the kitchen closes. While waiting for the food, walk around to explore the prime location for the day. Once you find a spot, set up your tent immediately. The Phee Pi viewpoint is located in Khao Laem National Park. As they say, it is one of the most beautiful sunset viewpoints. It can accommodate a large number of tents and offers a variety of camping spots. The spot we chose resembled rice terraces and was wide enough for a tent for 2-3 people. Whether you want a high or low angle view, you can choose according to your preference. The surrounding atmosphere is so quiet that you can hear the sound of mosquitoes flying. The bathrooms are clean and the water flows strongly. There are bungalows and barbecue grills for those who bring their own food.

: The word "pompi" originates from the Karen language, specifically the word "pepi," which means "bamboo." Over time, the pronunciation evolved into "pompi."

The sun was rather shy today, and it was about to set before I could even grab my camera. After setting up the tent, I hurried back to the commissary to deal with the food I had ordered. In the end, I chose to eat dinner amidst the sunset, a little disappointed that I couldn't take any pictures. As much as I wanted to capture the best sunset shot, I figured that at least we got to see the actual sunset with our own eyes instead of through the lens.

'The camera's memory sometimes cannot compete with the brain's memory.'

The sun dipped behind the mountains before sinking into the water. There was no need to rush anymore. We ate, talked, and soaked in the atmosphere to the fullest. Before paying for the food (which was incredibly cheap here), we took photos as much as the remaining light allowed.

We went to bed relatively early last night, having exhausted all topics of conversation during our journey. The cool air occasionally greeted us, but it wasn't excessively cold. It was the most comfortable night's sleep I've ever had, lulled by the sounds of birds chirping, rustling leaves, and the distant hum of boat engines.

My friends and I woke up around seven in the morning to take pictures at the viewpoint. It was a fogless morning, with shimmering sunlight dancing on the water's surface. The sun was rising with the time. We spent hours immersed in nature that morning, knowing that after this trip, we would return to the hustle and bustle of the city for months before finding another opportunity to travel. We captured the moment with both our minds and the camera's memory.

After showering, brushing their teeth, and packing up their tent, they went out to eat. While waiting for their food, they noticed a rock fan who was as wild and passionate about the music as his own punk hairstyle. He was headbanging against the bark of a tree, completely lost in the moment. A female staff member came over and said, "There's only one of them, he comes to this tree every time." It was a morning filled with food for the stomach, food for the eyes, and food for the soul.

Before traveling to Sankhla, we asked the officer what time the red car to Sankhla would pass in front of the fort. The officer said 11.00 am, raising his wrist to look at his watch. It was 9.30 am. So we walked to the mouth of the road, about 1 kilometer, taking pictures, playing with the dog, complaining about the heat, taking turns taking pictures while walking and posing. Until 300 meters before reaching the destination, a pickup truck stopped beside us. "Get in, get in." We were startled and jumped into the car without realizing it. The wheels stopped spinning at the mouth of the road, and we jumped down immediately, raising our hands to thank the officer. "Thank you, officer."

Checking my watch again, it wasn't even ten o'clock yet. Rather than letting time slip away while waiting for the red bus, we decided to make the most of it.

"Is my outfit okay?" I asked.

"Okay, that works."

"That's a chicken waving."

"Why are you asking me?"

"I'm waving, I'm waving again, I'm not really confident in my own face, haha."

Finally, they waved their hands together.

Wow, can you believe it? We got a ride from the first car we flagged down! We're so lucky. I love Thai people and Thailand. Hold on, I'm going to ask him a few questions and then I'll write more.

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"Would you like to go to Sangkhlaburi, brother?"

"Let's go," the driver replied with a cheerful smile.

"May I please hitch a ride with you?"

In a flash, the driver cleared the back seat for us. I immediately declined, saying it was okay and that I would prefer to sit in the back of the pickup truck. I smiled and quickly loaded our belongings into the truck bed. I felt an inexplicable warmth in my heart. The car had been moving for a long time, but the two of us were still沉浸 in the lingering good feeling. : )

We set off for Sangkhlaburi, both excited and grateful for the friendship and kindness shown to us during our short journey. After about an hour and a half, we arrived at the Sangkhlaburi market. We got out of the car and thanked the driver, a warm-looking man with a faint smile, who was happy to have given two young men a ride. (We were also happy with his kindness.) We put our luggage down and then ran back to thank the driver and his wife again.

"Thank you very much."

Seeking shade amidst the printed map, we navigated towards the Mon Bridge. Our hearts were set on a campsite on the Mon side, but the abundance of budget homestays caught our attention. Enticed by the prospect of charging our cameras and storing our belongings while exploring, we opted for a homestay. As we ambled towards the Mon Bridge, we sought a café to rest and gather information about nearby accommodations.

After sitting for almost an hour, we secured tentative accommodation and rented a motorbike. We walked to the motorbike rental shop, which was located near the Coffee Berry cafe. We left our ID cards and 200 baht as a deposit for the daily rental. Following GPS directions, we arrived at Cheun Jai House, our tentative accommodation, which only accepts walk-in guests. It was a five-minute ride from the motorbike rental shop. After inquiring about the price and viewing the room, we agreed to stay. We settled in and charged our camera batteries for an hour in preparation for our trip to Takhian Thong Waterfall.

: Accommodation price 550 baht /night

The scorching afternoon sun caused the chickens to become slightly irritable, so I had to give them a little encouragement. After traveling for a while, we got lost and ended up at Wat Wang Wiwekaram. Turning around, we saw a police car speeding towards us, so we immediately asked for directions. The police officer told us to drive until we reached a large intersection where we would find a Bangchak or PTT gas station. From there, we were instructed to turn left onto Highway 323, which leads to Sangkhla Buri and the Three Pagodas Pass. We continued driving straight until we stopped to ask a soldier at a checkpoint for directions. The soldier told us, "It's only one more kilometer to the waterfall, but it's a long walk." We thanked the soldier and continued accelerating, our front wheels almost lifting off the ground in the scorching sun of that fourth Saturday.

: Remember to look for the entrance sign on the right-hand side.

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Finally, we arrived at our destination. From here, we had to continue walking for about half an hour. At times, we had to wade through streams, which provided a refreshing opportunity to wash our faces and eyes. We also took the chance to capture some photos with our cameras. We walked along narrow paths flanked by bamboo groves and unfamiliar natural vegetation that shielded us from the sun's heat. The close encounter with nature was a truly immersive experience. The silence was occasionally unsettling, but it also brought a sense of unadulterated joy.

"True beauty doesn't demand attention."
The Secret Life of Walter Mitty

After taking photos until we were satisfied, we realized that our stomachs were growling louder than the waterfall. We hadn't brought any water, so we walked out feeling exhausted. On our way back, we stopped for lunch at the Songkaria water play area. We sat and watched children float by on inner tubes. The people there were relaxing with their families, talking and enjoying some light alcoholic drinks to add flavor to their conversations. They were forgetting about their troubles and enjoying their day off. We checked the bill before leaving the restaurant, which came to 220 baht. We had ordered waterfall pork, papaya salad, grilled pork neck, and ice with soda.

We braved the sun again on the way back to take photos at the Songkalia Bridge. Luckily, the sun started to set, and our fatigue and drowsiness were replaced with renewed energy by the view before us. We spent a long time taking photos at the Songkalia Bridge while waiting for the sunset to capture the scenery at the Mon Bridge.

At the Mon Bridge, I barely saw any traces of Mon life, perhaps because I didn't arrive early in the morning. The current scene is a crowd of tourists, each in their own corner, raising their cameras to capture their memories. Mon children wait to apply powder to tourists, stretching all the way to the other end of the bridge. Sometimes I pick up my camera to take pictures, sometimes I choose to observe intently, sometimes with my eyes, sometimes with my heart, watching the bustling people who drive this small world, and watching the vast sun that drives another life form.

' Business has transformed lives.'

Progress is inevitable, and we cannot stop time or prevent people from visiting. However, we can choose to stop destruction and preserve our heritage. Even if we start with just an idea, we can choose to protect our culture. While the Mon way of life has changed somewhat due to the new environment brought by development, there are still traces of Mon identity preserved by the children and elders.

' Business does not make life slow for those who work from dawn to dusk '

I set down my camera, unbuckled my watch, and did a forward somersault. Even though the landing wasn't perfect, it felt amazing, like I had lifted the weight of the world off my shoulders. It was as if everything I had been carrying had scattered and vanished. Let me leave the fatigue and chaos I brought from the city here.

The act of jumping can be done in many ways. Hanuman does it, hermits do it, even Kinnaris do it (in a high-pitched voice). This is what the Mon children told me.

Walking in soaking wet to capture the last light of the day.

We stopped by a street food stall selling skewered pork for one baht each. The broth tasted like a bland version of "plah lo" (a Thai braised dish). I took a sip of the broth and it was indeed tasteless. I couldn't tell what was in it, but I guessed it was probably intestines and lungs. We picked whatever we wanted and then told the vendor to "check the bill." When the skewers were counted, the total came to 20 baht. We decided to save our appetites for other things.

"Fancy a beer?" Kai asked.

“Alright,” I replied.

They stopped to buy chicken wings and barbecue as snacks, along with two bottles of beer. They sipped their beers and chatted like teenagers, reminiscing about the good times before going to bed.

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On our last day, we opted for a leisurely wake-up and savored the remaining moments of our stay. After checking out, we spent time playing with the resident cats and chatting with the guesthouse owner. We then drove to the market for breakfast and embarked on a search for a coffee shop. Our intended destination, Graf Cafe, had relocated to Chiang Mai, but we discovered a new cafe called Kaf Cafe in its place. We indulged in Burmese fritters purchased from the market and sipped iced lattes, soaking in the ambiance of the mild morning. We embraced the slow pace of life, allowing ourselves to drift along with its gentle rhythm.

Before returning the motorbike, we stopped by the pier on the way to Saphan Daeng. We took photos at the scenic viewpoint, where an old pavilion stood abandoned and overgrown. It was our last day, and this would be the final image before returning to Bangkok. We resolved to take as few photos as possible and instead, simply stand and observe it for as long as we could. Silently, I expressed my gratitude for the past three days.

'Thank you'

' My heart is most joyful when I'm traveling.

It's like a big, transparent bag that comes out to catch the wind of happiness without us realizing it.

It gradually inflates, which is when I think my heart expands.

And it gradually deflates on the last day of the trip. '

: Travel budget per person not exceeding 2,000 baht.

Translated by:
Thanakrit Rumaktak
Suphachart Tiangwong