This trip was intended to be the first time we invited all 20 members to join us. It was also the first time we opened registration and received an overwhelming response, filling up the slots quickly. However, before the trip, several members withdrew, but we were able to find replacements promptly. This continued until two days before the trip, when an unexpected event occurred. Two people withdrew simultaneously without explanation, leaving us responsible for the costs associated with the vehicle, personnel, and venue arrangements. This experience made us question the purpose of our efforts, as we ended up losing money. Our only goal was to travel and contribute to society with our friends, not to organize a tour or profit. We were driven purely by our desire to do something good. We are grateful to the many people who understood and encouraged us to continue our efforts to make this trip a success. We always inform participants that joining our trip is not just about leisure; it also involves contributing to a cause, the effectiveness of which we cannot guarantee. We believe, however, that it is better than doing nothing. This is the essence of "Volunteer Travel," which we strive to promote.

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“We believe we have found our path.”

"We volunteer to travel because we want people to get more out of their travels than just sightseeing."

Our journey began at our usual meeting spot, a place that has become synonymous with the start of our adventures. Arriving first, as always, I found myself wandering around until I secured a table. A steady stream of unfamiliar faces entered the establishment, some seemingly acknowledging me with a nod or a smile. Despite my best efforts, I couldn't place any of them. As I sat down to eat, our group members gradually arrived, hailing from various parts of the country, including Bangkok, the south, and the northeast. The only ones missing were Oak, the organizer, and the van, which was reportedly stuck in heavy traffic. Our departure was delayed until late in the evening. We boarded the van, choosing our seats at random, and picked up additional members in Rangsit before continuing our journey to Tak, where we would meet the rest of our group.

Our journey began with the unexpected arrival of P'Kai, a fellow traveler who had previously joined us on a trip and expressed his desire to accompany us on this one. We eagerly awaited his arrival, unsure if he would make it in time, especially considering he was still in India on the morning of our departure. To our surprise, we encountered him at the Tak Transportation Center. Fearing he might miss us, he had driven straight from the airport to intercept us there. As we approached dawn, many of us were already awake. We stopped for a meal in Mae Sot district and purchased additional supplies. Each of us, in addition to having our fill of food, also carried a few extra snacks. Departing from Mae Sot, we headed towards the Tha Song Yang Subdistrict Administrative Organization, where we picked up lunch that had been prepared and delivered to us along the way.

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The journey from Mae Sot to Tha Song Yang Subdistrict Office was quite long. We had to endure the tiring ride in the van until we arrived at the office around 10:30 AM. Upon arrival, we quickly unloaded our belongings and started packing our individual bags. It took a while to get everything organized due to the large number of people. We stopped to buy various drinks, including water and soft drinks, along the way. After that, we boarded a pickup truck to the starting point of the Doi Thu Le trek at Ban Mae Jawan, where the porters were waiting. Each porter could carry 25-30 kilograms. In addition to carrying our belongings, the porters could assist us in various ways, such as building campfires and cooking rice. Remember to prepare extra food for them as well. We started our trek again at around 11:30 AM. The sun was already strong at this time. Even though we were wearing hats and covering our faces with scarves, everyone started to walk ahead of us. This time, we told ourselves that there was no way we could walk any faster. We were prepared to be the last ones to arrive. Before the trip, I had a corn removed from my foot. I never thought it would happen because I had been hiking for a long time and had never experienced it before. I went to the doctor almost a month before the trip, and the doctor told me it was a corn and gave me some drops to apply. However, it didn't seem to work, and it didn't get any better. The more I applied the drops, the more it hurt. So I went back to the doctor and asked him to remove it. I thought it would heal in time, but the wound was still not dry when the trip started, and I still had to clean it every day. I could only prepare the wound cleaning supplies as best I could. I assessed myself and believed that I would have no problem walking. Wearing sneakers allowed me to walk normally without feeling any pain in the wound. I was determined to go without being a burden to others.

The only image that comes to mind when I think of Mount Tolo is that of a rice paddy, now harvested and left with only stubble. We had to walk through the hot, relentless sun without any shade for a distance that seemed to take its toll on many, especially myself, who absolutely detest this kind of hiking. It was pure torture. I would much rather walk in the rain, even though it would make me soggy, at least it would be cool and refreshing.

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Doi Thu Le, also known as Mon Thu Le or "Thu Le Ko" by the Pga K'nyaw people, translates to "Golden Mountain." Located in Mae Jawan Village, Tha Song Yang Subdistrict, Tha Song Yang District, Tak Province, Thailand, this mountain stands at 1,350 meters above sea level. Doi Thu Le runs parallel to the Mae Moei River, which forms the border between Thailand and Myanmar. The mountain is accessible for climbing from November to March each year.

This is our second visit here, the first being several years ago. We were not impressed then, as we encountered a wildfire that had recently burned along the entire route, leaving a lingering smoky smell throughout the area. This time, as we walked, we could barely remember what we had encountered along the way. We only knew that we had to keep going up and up. After walking a short distance through the rice fields, we turned right and crossed a small stream to continue our ascent. The path ahead was clear, and we knew what to expect: a steep climb, which May dislikes the most. As a result, she ended up bringing up the rear. Many people were already ahead of us, but we walked at a leisurely pace. We hadn't even reached the first hill when the sweet, cold water with ice was almost gone. We sipped it all the way, and by now, many people had stopped to rest, allowing us to pass them without getting too far ahead. We continued to walk steadily up the steep path, taking our time and not rushing. We decided to walk at a turtle's pace, slow but steady, for the time being.

Due to the large number of people walking, the group seemed to be divided into several smaller ones. Those who walked faster led the way, while those who walked slower tried to stay together to avoid getting too scattered. The porters walked past us at times, overtaking us in some sections. At times, we lost sight of the group ahead as they turned corners and were obscured by the terrain. However, we couldn't walk any faster. Nevertheless, it was alright, as the path we were on was clear, and there were still porters walking behind us. Therefore, there was no need to worry about getting lost.

The path remained steep, but thankfully, there were occasional turns to the left and right, offering a variety of views to break up the monotony. However, many sections were long, straight uphill climbs, with no end in sight. These were the most tiring parts, where I ignored both my surroundings and the scenery, fearing I would become irritable and burden others. When I saw the people ahead walking far ahead, I felt the distance was too great and tried to pick up my pace, but I wouldn't push myself too hard, fearing inflammation of my wounds, which would be a major setback.

From here, we must continue walking, battling the steep and challenging terrain. Many people showed signs of fatigue, but everyone persevered at their own pace. Finally, we encountered a sign pointing towards Doi Thu Le, bringing smiles to many faces. After this point, the path alternates between descents and flat sections, providing relief from the long, arduous climb.

As the steepness of the path eased, some hikers began to explore their surroundings, observing the scenery and foraging for edible plants like Indian gooseberries. They continued collecting along the way, with some even shaking trees to gather more. The forest canopy provided ample shade, but the lack of wind made the atmosphere feel stuffy at times. As they reached a section dense with bamboo, the path began to descend more noticeably. Continuing their trek, they encountered a stream, where the front group decided to take a lunch break due to hunger pangs. They waited for the rest of the group to catch up before resuming their journey.

We decided to sit down and eat our lunch, which consisted of rice and stir-fried curry with peanuts and boiled eggs. We were all full after eating, and May only ate half of her bag. While we were eating, we chatted and relaxed. After everyone had finished eating, the second group still hadn't arrived. We didn't want to wait around and fall asleep, so we decided to start building the dam. We would work on it as much as we could while we waited.

The crystal-clear, cool water that flows through the bamboo groves of this forest is collected and filtered to replenish our water supply. After finishing our meal, we can drink the water directly or mix it with mineral salts and other sweeteners. The coolness of the water is refreshing and invigorating. Now, everyone is ready to start building the dam together. As the first step, the village officials led us to the back of the stream, where there are many bamboo groves of various sizes. The officials demonstrated the process of cutting and breaking the bamboo stalks, which we then followed. It takes considerable time to cut and break each stalk, as the bamboo plants are quite large. Once a stalk is felled and its leaves are removed, we carry it out and pile it near the stream where the dam will be built.

The construction of this weir was led by Doi and his team from the Subdistrict Administrative Organization. They used natural materials found in the area to ensure that the weir would decompose naturally if it were to be damaged in the future, unlike the non-biodegradable materials used in the past, such as fertilizer sacks. This approach is commendable. The bamboo stalks have been cut to the required length and transported by the strong young men for the next stage of construction. We continue to have fun working together, each contributing in their own way.

Some of the bamboo stalks were placed horizontally across the water flow, forming a central axis and creating a left and right frame with an open space in the middle. The remaining stalks were cut and split into small pieces by the team members to be used as wedges to prevent the stones placed in the middle from easily falling out. With many people helping in this group, the remaining members formed a long line deep into the forest to help carry out various sizes of stones, enough to be placed in the weir that we are currently building. Everyone found a suitable task for themselves, and the fun began. It felt good to do this with such joy. Now, the latter group has also arrived at this point and immediately joined in to help.

We lined up and passed the rocks along, trying to collect both small and large rocks, whichever we could manage. This was also the loudest period, with a mixture of talking and excited shouts coming in waves from the group inside who were collecting the rocks first. This is because when you pry up each rock, you often find various creatures underneath. There was also occasional laughter. We continued to collect rocks until we had a significant amount, while the other group had already finished building the frame to hold the rocks as a barrier.

The rocks we collected together from inside were placed next to the frame of the weir. Then, another group of people took turns picking them up and putting them into a frame made of large bamboo stalks and separated by small bamboo slats to prevent the small rocks from flowing out of the frame. They also used large rocks to place on the sides as another layer to prevent the small rocks from being in the middle.

The bamboo frame was filled with rocks, and the porters helped to cut off the small bamboo sticks that protruded too far, preventing them from being too cumbersome. They also cleared the area around the weir to prevent leaves and branches from obstructing the water flow. Finally, everything we worked together to do was completed in a relatively long time, as we started working from the beginning, even though there were many people. Even though the weir we built was not large and was relatively small when we stood next to it, we were happy with what we had done together and enjoyed ourselves.

After completing the construction of the dam, we washed our hands and prepared to set off again, carrying our backpacks. The journey ahead was still long before we reached the campsite. The path remained steep, although not as steep as before. We walked through the dense forest, and no matter how much we hurried, our legs couldn't keep up with our desires. But we kept walking, walking, walking, stopping only briefly to rest. Finally, we reached a point where the path became increasingly steep. Now we could see the view, but we stopped and looked back every now and then, not wanting to stay on this steep climb for too long for fear of getting leg cramps.

We periodically looked back at the group, observing them gradually following us, clearly divided into several smaller groups. While some members had already emerged from the forest, others were still lagging behind. We continued to follow the person in front of us at a slow pace, unable to accelerate further. The injured foot felt strange, and the new shoes were unfamiliar. Fearful of slipping, we had to constantly tense our foot, making walking a significant effort. The left foot seemed to bear the primary burden, as we were still hesitant to put much weight on the right foot, fearing inflammation of the wound.

Whether it was due to sore feet, fear of slipping, or the stunning scenery, I found myself stopping periodically to rest, to the point where I felt cramps coming on. My left leg felt strange when I took a step and put weight on it. I silently prayed that I wouldn't get a cramp at that moment, and I tried to take slow, steady steps without stopping for too long. This allowed me to overtake many people who were stopped to take photos, and I unexpectedly became the leader of the group. It wasn't that I was walking fast, but at that moment, no one else was walking. Everyone was standing still, admiring the view.

The view in front of her was truly magnificent and worth the climb. May realized she had reached the signpost with two other people who had also arrived at the same time. Fearing that the light would fade, she quickly walked on to the campsite and then ran up to the stone pagoda to catch the last rays of sunlight. It was truly the last light, as it disappeared in a flash, plunging everything into darkness. She then walked down to the campsite below, where not all the members of her group had yet arrived.

As the sun cast its crimson glow across the mountain, illuminating the remaining hikers still making their ascent, a sense of tranquility settled over the group. Despite the approaching dusk, there was no urgency to reach the summit. Some paused to savor the fading light, while others, perhaps first-timers, were unaware of the additional trek to the campsite that awaited them. The distance, however, posed no significant obstacle, and with the experienced leader and several members still on the trail, there was little cause for concern. By nightfall, the entire group had無事に gathered at the designated campsite.

We collaborated to find a central location for the tents and food brought by the vendors. Several baskets filled with supplies were arranged in rows. One group worked together to unpack and set up the tents, while another group prepared the kitchen.

Each dish was prepared by a group of people, who took turns helping each other. Some held flashlights to illuminate the cooking area, filling the evening air with laughter and occasional shouts. The aroma of Chinese sausage wafted through the air, followed by the smell of fried dried fish. The final dish, a spicy tom yum soup with canned fish, arrived just as the wind picked up, making some people shiver and breathe out puffs of air. With the food ready and the rice cooked, we gathered around the circle, eagerly awaiting our meal. After sharing some of the food with the street vendors, we dug in. Whether it was hunger or the deliciousness of the food, we devoured everything in no time.

We dispersed, some went to bathe in the stream, which still had enough water for a dip, while others climbed up to enjoy the breeze and gaze at the stars that twinkled brightly across the beautiful night sky. It was very late, and many had gone to sleep, but there were still several who braved the cold wind and sat around the campfire next to their tents, chatting.

The alarm clock rang at 5:30 am. After the alarm clock went silent, everything around was still quiet. After a while, people started to wake up and call each other to see if they wanted to go up to see the sunrise. The person who said yes went outside the tent in a short time, with a warm suit and a camera ready. It was almost six o'clock and they still hadn't come out completely. The last group walked out first, following the path up to the stone pagoda. The sky was still dark, making it difficult to see the way clearly. They couldn't find a way to turn to walk up because no matter which way they turned, there were tents blocking the way. As the sky began to brighten and the flashlights of several groups began to shine, they were able to find their way up.

The initial ascent was steep and slippery, particularly on sections of bare earth devoid of trees or handholds. We cautiously navigated the terrain, assisting each other with flashlights. The exertion left us breathless by the time we reached the signpost, arriving before sunrise. While some continued to the next peak for a wider, unobstructed view, others opted to wait for the sunrise at the signpost, where strong winds prevailed. As the sun began to rise, more people arrived at the summit.

As the first rays of sunlight began to illuminate the horizon, we eagerly awaited the sunrise. As the sun gradually ascended, a gentle mist began to form, adding to the ethereal beauty of the scene. Although the mist did not transform into a dense sea of fog, we were nonetheless captivated by its presence. As the wind intensified, we lingered for a while longer, capturing the picturesque scenery of the stone pagoda before descending to our tents.

After descending to the campsite, we collaborated to prepare breakfast. The menu remained similar to the previous day, with one person slicing Chinese sausage while another fried it. The remaining empty pan was used to fry fish over another campfire. We added canned fish soup from our remaining supplies, along with chili paste and deep-fried pork rind, which we had scrounged from our individual bags. The meal preparation was completed swiftly. We gathered around, some sitting and others standing due to the large group size. However, there was no争抢, and we helped serve those who could not reach their desired portions. The rice, cooked by the porters, was plentiful, allowing everyone to have seconds if they were still hungry.

After lunch, we relaxed and enjoyed some tea and coffee. Everyone then quickly helped to pack up and fold the tents. This was done quickly because everyone knew their duties and helped with everything. The campfire was extinguished, and non-biodegradable waste was carefully packed in black bags. We each carried one or two bags comfortably, ensuring no one was overburdened. We then headed towards Mon Kluay, our accommodation for the second night. Before leaving, Doi invited us to help him "stir the water." At first, we were confused, unable to visualize what he meant until he demonstrated. We then followed suit.

The act of stirring the water, or simply opening a path for it to flow, involves removing obstacles and clearing debris to prevent stagnation. This is necessary because washing dishes and discarding food scraps into stagnant water can lead to putrefaction. Recognizing that this issue stemmed from our actions, we promptly collaborated to create a water flow path, ensuring that subsequent users would have access to clean water. This experience served as a valuable lesson for us.

After completing our preparations and shouldering our backpacks, we set off on our journey. The initial path we encountered was once again steep, causing everyone to walk in a close group. Although the trail was mostly shaded by trees, the air was stifling and still, leading to some early signs of fatigue. Despite the challenging conditions, we continued our trek, frequently sipping water, both plain and electrolyte-enhanced, and snacking on candies, sweets, and chocolates. The distractions helped us forget the long distance that lay ahead.

During this season, the trees are teeming with epiphytic orchids clinging to their branches. While most remain hidden amidst the foliage, keen observers may stumble upon a diverse array of orchid species, including both common and elusive varieties yet to be formally identified. Sadly, many who encounter these botanical treasures lack the knowledge to appreciate their significance, often capturing a fleeting image before moving on.

We continue to walk steadily on the steep path, with no end in sight. While trying to calm our minds, we walk with our heads down, looking at our feet as we move forward, occasionally talking to each other. The path we hoped to find appears before us. The descent, although it is the path we prefer and feel more comfortable with than the ascent, still requires considerable caution. We must look at our surroundings, grasp branches, and feel our way down to support ourselves, as some sections of the path are very loose soil. If we slip and slide, we could fall a long way to the bottom.

As we descended, our focus narrowed to the path ahead. Upon pausing, the realization dawned that I was once again alone. Yet, the voices of my companions echoed intermittently. With each descent, the path stretched endlessly, making it difficult to stop unless we encountered a spacious area suitable for resting. However, such pauses were brief due to the overwhelming sense of eeriness. Despite knowing that my friends were ahead and behind, the solitude proved too daunting to endure for extended periods.

We descended to the foot of the mountain, where we discovered a stream nestled amidst the dense foliage. As we approached, a wave of refreshing coolness washed over us. Washing our faces, splashing water on our arms, and dipping our feet into the stream brought an invigorating sensation. Those who arrived earlier were the first to experience this delightful refreshment and were able to rest sooner.

After reaching our destination and refreshing ourselves with the cool water, we gathered to prepare our lunch. The remaining dry food from breakfast was emptied onto plates, and we boiled instant noodles to add some extra broth. Once everything was ready, we sat in a circle as usual. The food wasn't fancy, but we ate what we had, and no one complained. Everyone ate the same, and as long as we were full, that was good enough. After the meal, we refilled our water bottles from the stream, knowing that there wouldn't be another water source until we reached our pickup point. We continued our trek until we finally met the pickup truck.

The backpack was hoisted onto my back once again, and we started to walk up the path that the porters had taken. Just seeing it, I sighed in anticipation of the climb ahead. The path looked steep and seemed to continue for quite a distance. Small trees and shrubs had been cleared to make the ascent easier, but we still had to be careful because the path was very slippery. The people behind me had to keep a considerable distance to avoid slipping. I took small steps, not too wide, and walked steadily, mostly looking down at my feet. Occasionally, I would look up, and it felt like no time at all before we reached the top and began to see the ridge of the mountain, the sky, and the clouds.

The sky is clear, open, and comfortable. We can see the mountain ridge stretching far into the distance, even though we cannot see the destination. The path we have to walk must meander along the mountain, sometimes going up and sometimes going down, like this all the way.

The hikers alternated between leading and following, adjusting their pace to the scenery, sunshine, and fatigue. They divided into smaller groups, ensuring no one lingered for too long. The varied terrain, with no long or repetitive stretches, kept them engaged and distracted from their weariness. The constant visual stimulation and changing paths contributed to a sense of continuous progress and enjoyment.

We continued walking along the path under the scorching sun. Despite the lack of steep inclines, the constant walking began to take its toll. As we progressed, we encountered piles of branches that we had to climb over. Eventually, we stumbled upon a vast golden meadow, arguably the largest we had seen. Standing at its edge, the golden hue of the grass contrasted vividly with the verdant trees of the adjacent hill, creating a breathtaking spectacle. Many hikers, who had kept their cameras tucked away for a while, eagerly retrieved them to capture the moment, some even requesting to be photographed amidst the stunning scenery.

After taking enough photos, we continued our journey down a steep path that made our hearts skip a beat just by looking at it. We were ready to descend immediately, but we had to wait for a while because the guides wanted to let the group below us ascend first. They didn't want us to cross paths on the way down due to the steepness and the presence of a cliff on one side. To prevent any accidents, we had to wait until our friends from the back group caught up. Once the last person reached the top, we immediately started our descent. Everyone walked down slowly, but as I mentioned before, the path was steep and muddy. I looked back and saw that I had left my friends behind again. I couldn't stop and wait for them because I was both scared and hot. So, I hurried down without paying much attention to the scenery, only occasionally glancing back to memorize the path.

May had finally reached the bottom, but the journey down was treacherous. The final descent was slippery and dusty, causing her to nearly fall several times. The path's precarious position along the cliff edge added to the fear, as a fall would have likely resulted in a long tumble. Dust filled the air, making it difficult to breathe, and her legs trembled with exhaustion. The sun beat down relentlessly on her back, even though it was already past three in the afternoon. All she could think about was reaching the bottom as quickly as possible. Finally, she sat down to wait for the rest of the group, who were still making their way down. May gazed at the majestic mountains they had just traversed. They appeared immense and awe-inspiring. She could see other hikers descending in the distance, their figures small and scattered. Some walked steadily, while others stopped and rested along the way.

Many who arrived stopped to rest and escape the sun's heat, feeling refreshed and less tired, thinking that the distance from here was not that far. This was purely their own assumption, and they sat down to rest comfortably. Since they were still waiting for several others, it would probably be a while before they reached the spot where we were sitting. However, we did not wait for everyone to arrive. Once we felt rested, we got up with our backpacks and set off again.

As we turned to follow the signpost in the distance, we were taken aback for a moment before continuing our five-kilometer trek. It was far from close, and had we known, we wouldn't have lingered so long. After a long rest, starting to walk again felt like needing to readjust, even though the path was smooth and familiar. At this point, we were reluctant to continue. After walking through the forest for some time, we came to a fork in the road with another signpost. We were almost there... Mon Kluy. With renewed determination, we pressed on, even though the path was steep again. It was like a car path surrounded by trees. Initially, we followed the older students we were with, but the path remained steep, causing us to slow down, slow down, slow down, until we could no longer see them ahead.

Despite her best efforts to quicken her pace, she found herself unable to walk any faster. She had already been walking for a while, and she decided to stop and wait for the person behind her. Everything was still and silent. There was no one in front of her, and she couldn't see anyone behind her. After nearly half an hour, she decided to start walking again. This time, she walked briskly, almost running. She was determined to see someone before she stopped. She was tired, sore, and in a hurry. She was also scared, but she still couldn't see anyone. She decided to shout, hoping to break the silence. She called out several times, "Oan! Oan! Oan!" But everything remained quiet. The path she was following, which had been like a road, became narrower and started to run alongside a hill. She continued to shout and walk quickly for some time. Finally, as she entered a forest, she heard the sound of people talking. This time, she ran until she emerged into a clearing and saw Oan and the others sitting there, resting and drinking water. She dropped her backpack and everything else and ran straight for the fizzy drinks.

The car hasn't arrived yet, and the members haven't all arrived yet. We're sitting around for a long time, but this isn't our final destination because we have to drive another 3 kilometers. Many people have already started walking here, and everyone is rushing to the soda, as well. For refreshment, the sun has reached where we are sitting. The members are all here, and the car is waiting. We are gradually loading our belongings onto the car, including ourselves. We have to sit on a car that has to go through a dusty road, bumping left and right along the uneven path, bumpy all the way to Mon Khloy.

After unloading the supplies from the car, we took a quick break to have some water and snacks before joining the others in building the bathroom. With a large group of people, we were divided into different tasks. Most of our group formed a line to pass buckets of cement to the construction site. We were laughing and having a good time, even though our group was already large. We even invited another group who was setting up their tents to help us. The person mixing the cement filled buckets and passed them along the line, and the task was completed quickly.

The remaining individuals, skilled in construction, collaborated on building the bathroom frame, sawing wood, hammering galvanized sheets, plastering, laying bricks, and connecting water pipes. Each contributed their expertise, lending a hand, holding materials, providing guidance, and offering encouragement.

The bathroom gradually took shape, with walls completed on all sides, hammered and cut to perfection. The finishing touch was the installation of the door, transforming it into a fully functional bathroom. The abundance of manpower made the task seem effortless. However, due to time constraints, the second bathroom remained unfinished as the day drew to a close. The team assured us that they would complete it to our satisfaction.

The sun was setting, and we hurried to set up the tent before the light faded. It was difficult because the last light disappeared quickly, but we managed to finish just before it got dark. Fortunately, it was very dark here, with only starlight and our flashlights. It was difficult to walk to the bathroom downstairs because of the low light and the long distance. More importantly, the bathroom had no lights. Tonight, we ate a full meal that we helped to prepare, and then sat looking at the stars and talking in the early evening. Many people asked to go to bed early, but many others still had plenty of energy and talked until late at night.

The morning light greeted us through the tent. As soon as we opened it, we saw a vast and close-up sea of mist without having to go far. However, if anyone wants some fresh air, they can come out and enjoy the sea of mist while waiting for the sunrise. I can tell you that today it made many people forget all the tiredness of the past days. We felt the same way. It was a good, beautiful, and not tiring end to the trip. After packing our things, we went to take a shower at the local administrative organization and had lunch. This meal was special because the TAT Director of Tak treated us to lunch and invited us to join an activity in Tak next time. With a full and happy stomach, we got on the bus and slept soundly all the way back.

Not just a stopover.

This trip was filled with stunning natural beauty and an abundance of diverse friendships. Some of us had met before, while others had never spoken a word to each other. Even though we were in different train cars during the journey, we would occasionally catch glimpses of each other as we passed by or sat at a distance during meals. However, when we had to work together to build a small dam in the middle of the forest on our way to our destination, we all ended up smiling and greeting each other. This experience allowed us to learn more about each other without even having to talk. The willingness to help, extending a hand from time to time, made the small task that we accomplished together feel monumental when it was completed as we had hoped.

Gleanings

Despite our diverse backgrounds, we share a common trait: a dedication to our craft as photographers. We readily embrace challenges, such as lying on the grass under the sun, without complaint. Our passion drives us to pursue our interests without hesitation, like taking a refreshing dip in the cool water on a hot day. We believe in sharing what we have, ensuring that no one goes hungry, and enjoying simple meals in the wilderness. Our lives are characterized by simplicity and a deep appreciation for nature.

We are a group of people who can have fun with anything, anywhere. We are always ready to laugh out loud when we talk to each other. Or maybe it's because we are all crazy in the same way. But we don't just go out to have fun. Our trips are also meaningful (a little bragging here) and we try to be as helpful as we intended. We are volunteers who just want people to get more out of their travels than just the trip itself.

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