Good morning Laos.

day 25, Good Morning Laos!

 I fell asleep and woke up without knowing how I fell asleep, but before I knew it, the dawn was beginning to break in the stolen forest, and when I looked at my watch, it was already past 5:30 a.m. Above all, his body, which had turned into a thousand stones, was not comfortable in any place.

 But when I was here, instead of getting help from the Bosses, I felt that I had no choice but to go to the nearby village of which they had spoken and ask for help, for my pride was so full of pride that I could only use my sanity to go to the nearby village they had spoken of.

 I had no choice but to get up, forcing myself to take a steady step  and get out of there, but I was still in a good mood, let alone telling me to be careful and go well.

 They were worried that if I spread out here, it would be a headache for them, and they wanted me to get out of the construction site as soon as possible, regardless of the reason. Still, “the hateful guy chooses to do the hateful thing.”

 As if it were the water, he had entrusted to him, he took a bottle of emergency drinking water and took his blood with him and had no choice but to go back the way he came. Luckily, it was daylight, and I was able to at least see back and forth, so I managed to reach the village after about three hours.

 The appearance of the unexpected, lame soldier caused a crowd of startled villagers, and they were glad to see a look of concern on their faces, which were different from those of the self-inflicted ones, and asked him to arrange for a tiller to take him to the hospital, for the money.

 One of the villagers, who had been clicking his tongue and staring at the wound on his foot, offered to take him to the hospital if he paid for the gas before he could bargain for the tiller. I was very grateful that I only paid for the gas, but in fact, I have to go to the hospital all day in terms of time.

 Even though it took me a whole night to come back, and then another full day, I didn’t need any more conditions such as room and board, and without a doubt, they would invest me for 1 night and 2 days, but I couldn’t believe that I was surprised to see the lid of the pot.

 Aside from the time, it is good to help people in need, even though it is necessary to pay for the minimum amount of room and board, but in such a mountain village, it seems that it is not something that anyone can easily do.

 I was so grateful that Siri was willing to come forward without covering the water, and tears were streaming down my face. Ok! No matter how stranger and passing traveler you are, in the face of injury and incompleteness,

 Isn’t this the humanity of the world, and the original human face of Laos? I couldn’t help but be impressed. In fact, his bloodied and swollen feet must have been bad. 

 Anyway, the ambulance was solved, but even with a cultivator, it was necessary to pack emergency supplies in case of a difficult road situation, and it seemed that it was necessary to leave with at least a grain in my hungry stomach while I was getting ready.

 After a quick breakfast, we went all the way to Bualapa, where the hospital was, and the escape from the planet began, and for some reason, even the two assistants were able to understand it, but they couldn’t help but wonder that the cultivator was full of chains and thick fairy tale lines.

 However, not long after I set off, I understood why: the road was much worse than I expected, and I fell into a quagmire where the tiller couldn’t even move, and each time I escaped by hooking chains and ropes to a large tree.

 But as he carried his exhausted and wounded body on the tiller, he was sure that he was not yet dead, or even if he was, it was inevitable that a traveler would not have been able to do anything about it.

 At the very least, it might be ugly, but the perimeter was so beautiful that I had no choice but to set up the tiller in the middle and press the shutter of my camera, hoping to keep a few pictures. Lunch is also prepared in advance and eaten on the tiller. 

 After a lot of hard work, it took 10 hours and finally arrived at Bualafa at dusk, and immediately postponed the group’s meal and headed to the hospital. A female doctor and a nurse were waiting for me to leave the office,

 When he saw my face, his first words were, how muddy and messy I was, and that he would wait for me before I could heal him, so I should take a shower with my dirt-covered body first, if possible. As soon as the water encountered it, my whole body felt like a needle, and the pain was digging deep into my bones.

 I couldn’t help but hold back tears, but when I got out of the shower, I was glad that I felt a little more human, and I felt refreshed. After a while, the doctor and the nurse examine and treat you, but what kind of trick is this?

 Even so, the faint smell of the powder was more fragrant than the smell of disinfectant, but even more so even to the point of voice, there were only abrasions and bruises all over my body, except for a slightly sprained ankle that was swollen and very inflamed due to the loss of my big toenail.

 It was urgent, and if I rested for a few days and treated the inflammation and exhaustion, it wouldn’t be a big problem, so don’t worry. I was so grateful to everyone who had helped me get this far, including the doctors and nurses.

 When I carried the ringer to the hospital room with the flowers in it, I sighed with relief and relaxed and gradually calmed down and fell asleep, and when I opened my eyes, I could see that I had already fallen asleep in my hospital bed the next morning and all night.

 Come to think of it, yesterday morning in the village, I was a little hungry, but I had survived more than 24 hours on nothing but water, and I had almost superhuman strength, and I had come out of the deep quagmire, which was exactly like a dream last night. However, when I saw the faces of the people who couldn’t even bring me dinner, I realized that it wasn’t a dream.

 I didn’t know what to do with how sorry I was, but I couldn’t help but feel humbled in front of those thankfuls as I turned away with only a word to say goodbye, and I was ashamed of the journey I started because I couldn’t die, and I thought that I deserved to die in this accident.

 The only thing that was clear to me now was that I had been struggling and trying so hard to live without knowing it, and I knew that I could never do anything about my life, no matter how much it was mine, so I vowed not to challenge the realm of the gods anymore.

 This reminded me of André Malraux, a famous French novelist, revolutionary, and politician whom I had known many years ago, who lived an eventful life, especially in love of Indochina. He did not bend his will in the face of any difficulties.

 A revolutionary leaflet stated: “Surely we are barbarians. Because they are offended by a certain type of civilization?” And “wherever there is a Western civilization that crushes humanity, only profit prevails.”

 “In the end, we need freedom, which must be based on our deepest mental needs, by the strictest of our bodies, and by our most human needs.”And his masterpiece “The Human Condition” is “a complex episode of the Chinese Revolution, etc.

 The Shanghai Uprising, which was led by the Communists and suppressed by Chiang Kai-shek, and the few short stories and newspaper clippings he left behind on his trip to China, and the characters he recalled from his chance encounter in Indochina, are expressed in a legendary and heroic realism.

 As the philosopher Régis Debre said, it is the most human novel in which one can feel the “intersection of the voices of fate and will”, and in the end, China and Indochina, the most humane of all, won him the Competition Prize, France’s highest honor. 

 Yes. Now that I have Laos and Indochina, which are the most humane of all, and I still have my true love that I have not yet fulfilled, I must live my life to the best of my ability. Of course, I want to benchmark Andre hard

 It may be ridiculous to dare to target André on the topic of homelessness, but as he said, “The goal must be high, and the ideal must be big,” I am reminded of André’s desire to find at least a slice of the beauty of Indochina.

 Apart from! I knew I couldn’t just die on my own, so I said, “Good morning, Laos!” I still think it’s a big excuse for a deceitful mind, but I’m going to take a few pictures anyway. It’s an undeniable fact that it’s completely ruined,

 But now that I’ve survived hell, I’m going to live with more meaning, give myself the responsibility to take responsibility for the time I have left, and to be more realistic, I’m going to put together the pictures that the loser on the tiller has taken.

 After all, life may not be in the slightest, but when you go high, you are bound to fall at any time, and once you fall, you can always and somehow climb again, as if it is a natural reversal of our lives, what a beautiful world! Walk to the sky, just like the clouds in the wind… 

 I decided to take some solace in the wonderful scenery that I was able to take some comfort in, but I think the fact that the New York Times recently selected Laos as the best travel destination in the world this year as well as last year was a reference to Laos.

 It seems that the radius of about 100 kilometers in this area is so fantastic and picturesque, it can be said that it is a heavenly beauty, but due to the road conditions that are not yet accessible by car, it is only open during the dry season, so you can walk, use a bicycle or motorbike,

 You must cross rivers in three places, pass through deep mountains and long fields, but the downside is that it is a difficult course. Still, I don’t know that this area is the most beautiful trekking trail in Laos, and I am sure that many people will praise it in the future.

 Although the pain is still painful in the face of the reality that I cannot avoid being bedridden for the time being, these wounds today are only small pains, and they are enough to remain as beautiful aftereffects that can be cherished for a long time in the days ahead of me in the days to come.

 Consoling myself that it was a happy scream that it could forever be cherished as a fragment of my life, as a memory of my trip to Laos, I conclude by saying, “I had no wings as I fell,” from a simple bed in a remote rural hospital.