Backpack to your heart's content...stop time at #Betong in the season of 'fog' and 'rain' that understands us.

This is my first attempt at a formal review. I usually focus on capturing experiences through my own actions and observations, rather than relying on my writing skills. I'm worried that my storytelling abilities may not be up to par, but I'm eager to share my journey to the southernmost tip of Thailand.

Yala Province, with Betong as the final destination.

This trip was a spur-of-the-moment decision, made after a brief period of deliberation. Prior to this, I had been yearning for a getaway to a far-flung destination. The film "Okay, Betong" came to mind, and its captivating locations ignited a strong desire to visit. My feet tingled with anticipation, as if urging me to embark on an adventure.

Without hesitation, I reached out to my friends and acquaintances from Yala. Many of them, upon hearing about my trip to the three southern border provinces, warned me about areas to avoid. However, almost everyone unanimously agreed that Betong was "okay," living up to its name. They assured me that it was peaceful and not at all frightening. In fact, my friend even offered to introduce me to his relatives and friends in Yala!

This trip was self-funded, with every penny coming out of my own pocket. ^^

Encouraged by the positive feedback from those around me, I immediately booked a flight. Coincidentally, Lion Air had a promotion at the time, and I was able to secure a round-trip ticket from Don Mueang to Hat Yai for only 1,500 baht, including a free 15kg baggage allowance. It was an incredible deal!

This trip, I planned to travel for 3 days and 2 nights (that's all the time I could get off work, the life of a salaryman TT). On the morning of the trip, I had a 9:50 AM flight. After checking in and loading my luggage, I stopped to refuel.

For our first meal, we indulged in KFC early in the morning. It might seem a bit heavy, but it was part of our training. We ate chicken to prepare ourselves for the place we were about to visit.

After a hearty meal, we headed to the gate to wait for our flight. To pass the time, we took some photos and soaked up the atmosphere.

Boarded... Betong awaits.

11.30 a.m. We have arrived in Hat Yai. It took about an hour, just a few moments.

After sorting myself out, I grabbed my checked luggage and headed straight to the pavilion in front of the airport.

We then took a shared taxi for 30 baht each to the bus station to catch a van to Betong. Luckily, we didn't have to wait long, and the van was almost full, so we could leave right away. I had about an hour to get to the van, as the last one left at 1 pm. At first, I was hesitant and asked the driver if I would make it to the shared taxi in time if I took the 1 pm van. The driver assured me that it would be no problem and that I would arrive by 12:30 pm. So I decided to take the van.

As I drove through Hat Yai, I couldn't help but reminisce about my high school days. I used to be a senior who was in charge of the school bus, and I would always arrive early. The nostalgia washed over me as I remembered those times.

In fact, I feel that Hat Yai is secretly similar to Bangkok. Both the cars, the people, and the city itself are like a miniature Bangkok. And because of this similarity... I started looking at my watch. Oh no! It's almost 1 pm, and there are so many cars stuck at red lights. Will I make it to the van in time? So I nudged the person who was riding the songthaew with me and asked. They replied, "We're almost there, just a little further." I felt a little relieved. Before that, my heart was beating like a rock song, you guys!

A few moments later, I arrived at the transport station. I quickly got off and boarded the van. I had already booked a seat by phone. The fare is 230 baht per person for Betong Pothong Tour.

Upon arrival, I immediately searched for the pre-booked van queue. As I approached the nearby ticket booth, before I could even speak, the salesperson shouted, "Bank! Bank!" I was taken aback for a moment. 5555+

The salesperson called me as if we had known each other for a long time, even though I had only made a phone reservation and they had not seen my face. They knew it was me! They were more like Ryu Jitsusanshi than I could have imagined. I got goosebumps... I almost ran to the bathroom (not sure why I got goosebumps, hehe).

"Before getting on the bus, let's stop by and buy some water and snacks. We still have a 4-hour journey ahead of us before reaching Betong, and I'm sure we'll get hungry. I'm also afraid of losing weight, so I need to maintain my figure by stocking up on snacks. I'm worried about my stomach and intestines; I'm afraid they won't be working properly. Haha."

During the car ride, my route took me through Thailand, not Malaysia. Some people might be concerned about the safety of traveling through Thailand, particularly through areas like Pattani, which is considered a red zone. While there may be some truth to these concerns based on data, the situation appeared normal and very safe. The route I took only "grazed" Pattani and did not enter the city itself. It continued to Yala, passing through Bannang Sata, Thanto, and Aiyeroeweng before reaching Betong. Along the way, there were military checkpoints at regular intervals.

The people here live normal lives, but what's unusual is the sight of goats running around the streets. In Bangkok, we're used to seeing dogs running around, but here it's goats!

After a long 4-hour journey, filled with naps, snacks, and rest, I arrived in Betong. My accommodation, Modern Thai Hotel, was conveniently located right where the van dropped me off. This is because the van makes a loop around Betong town center, starting from the clock tower.

It was almost 6 pm by the time we reached the hotel, thanks to the van's late departure due to waiting for a full load. We checked in and immediately rented our trusty motorbike, which, as I can assure you, will take us everywhere in Betong. Get ready for a thrilling ride!

Before going upstairs, I glanced left and right and saw a souvenir corner. There were many types of Betong shirts in 18 colors and all sizes. I decided to get one since I was already there. I needed a shirt that said "Okay… Betong."

Is there anything else I can help you with?

I'm in the room now! It's on the top floor (6th floor) and costs 690 baht per night. The room is spacious, clean, and comfortable.

I am fortunate to have a corner room with a stunning view of Betong city. The panoramic vista is breathtaking, offering a glimpse into the heart of the city. Every direction I look, I am met with captivating beauty.

Wow! (Southern exclamation) The view from my room is amazing! I can see the clock tower and the beautiful city. I'm going to take some pictures to capture these unique and stunning views.

The room secretly has bottled water. Okay... Betong too.

The bathroom is fully equipped!

With all the essentials packed and the stunning views from the room captured, it was time to embark on my Betong adventure. I headed down to the front desk, grabbed the car keys, and set off on my journey.

The first place I went to was a restaurant. I was hungry and it was getting late. I needed to refuel before patrolling. I rode around the clock tower and found a BFC fried chicken restaurant. Yes, you read that right. In the morning, I had KFC, and in the evening, I had BFC. I think the B stands for Betong. When you come to Betong, you have to try Betong chicken. It's just as delicious as the chicken you find in shopping malls. The price is cheap and the taste is good. I was very satisfied.

The evening atmosphere in Betong is brightly lit with orange lights around the city, creating a warm and inviting ambiance. After a satisfying meal, we headed to the iconic landmark of Betong, the Betong Mongkolrit Tunnel.

This appears to be a popular gathering spot for young people in Betong. While I was taking pictures, groups of teenagers on motorbikes kept passing by in waves.

However, this tunnel at night has a truly wonderful atmosphere. The lights are beautifully lit, and people are coming and going, creating a slightly lonely feeling.

The tunnel is very close to the hotel where I stayed. In fact, it's only a 10-minute walk away. After exiting the tunnel, we walked to the clock tower, which is right next to it. There were many birds perched on the power lines, flying back and forth, adding to the charm of the clock tower.

Next to the clock tower, there is a red post box standing proudly.

As I was walking around the clock tower with my camera, an elderly gentleman on a motorbike approached me, wearing a shirt that read "#AmphoeBetong." Initially, I was confused, wondering who he was. However, the gentleman introduced himself as "Ko Kai," a Betong local with extensive knowledge of the area. He would become an integral part of my subsequent journey.

At night, soldiers patrol the streets, creating a scene unfamiliar to outsiders. However, it provides a sense of security and peace of mind for both us and the residents of Betong.

While I was there, I noticed a group of soldiers gathering. I stopped by to chat with them and take some pictures. I want to express my gratitude to all the soldiers on behalf of the people of Betong for keeping our town safe and peaceful, so that visitors like me never have to worry about coming here.

For our fellow soldiers, the mission may have just begun tonight, but for me, today's mission is complete. I need to rush back to my accommodation and get some sleep, as I have to wake up early tomorrow morning. I'll be riding my trusty motorcycle, as there's an important highlight waiting for me.

See you at the Lost on the 2nd night. Good night, Thai brothers and sisters.

My Journey to Ai-Yerweng: A Misty Morning Adventure

My second day began with an early wake-up call. I showered and dressed in record time, practically sprinting through the water, eager to catch the sunrise at Ai-Yerweng.

Who would have thought that southern Thailand, the land's edge, could boast such a misty spectacle? I believe many Thais, like myself, might initially think, "Want to see mist? Head north!"

This morning, I hopped on my trusty motorbike and zipped from the hotel, covering roughly 35 kilometers to reach Ai-Yerweng. Another 2-3 kilometers brought me to the viewpoint. While the journey was a bit dark, I must emphasize that my mode of travel depends on the current security situation in southern Thailand. Since Ai-Yerweng lies outside the city center, surrounded by forests and mountains, the path is mostly unlit, with occasional checkpoints and military posts. Therefore, please exercise caution and choose your transportation method wisely.

The first light of Betong that I experienced for the first time at Aiyerweng.

There are two viewpoints here. However, I was disappointed that the fog did not rise to the level of a fluffy sea, but there was some fog in the distance for us to admire. People like me really come with a lucky star for this kind of thing. But even so, I still got some beautiful angles back. It's called not a wasted trip. It's a different kind of beauty. At least we got the scenery below as a backdrop that adds a rustic feel to the picture in another way.

Even fellow Betong residents make a special trip to admire the natural beauty of their hometown.

Stopping by the roadside to soak in the atmosphere. People like me live simply and eat simply, finding sustenance in nature itself.

My trusty car needs a refuel. We still have a long way to go on this journey.

After filling up the tank, I remembered that there was a lake called "Hala Bala" nearby. I asked the guy at the gas station, and he told me to keep riding. So I did. But as I was riding, I noticed a bridge and decided to turn in. (Wait, what about the lake? 5555+)

Wow! The view behind is amazing. It's strange that I haven't seen any reviews mentioning this spot. As far as I can tell from the sign, it seems to be a bridge at km 38. I stopped by and took some pictures. I'm glad I was able to capture this beautiful view.

Traveling so far, many people think, are you afraid? Why dare to go? Isn't it dangerous?

But on the other hand, I think our worldview will be broader if we see a variety of lives. That's why I like to travel, to find new things for life. We don't need to use fear. Just keep it in mind to remind us to be mindful.

In truth, with every journey I embark upon, I find myself secretly feeling that the path itself holds a beauty that rivals the destination.

It's not that we should only focus on what's ahead, we can also look around...so we can slow down and enjoy life.

Perhaps we may come to see the value of things we once considered 'unimportant'.

On my way back from Ayerweng, I came across this creature. It was running back and forth along the side of the road.

See, it's been looking at me... It wants to go on a trip with me, doesn't it?

Alright! It's time to head back to the city. I've ridden almost a hundred kilometers, both to Ayerweng and around the mountain.

(I wonder if the motorbike rental guy will curse me in his heart. 5555+)

If you pass by the mailbox, please stop by.

After exploring the area for half a day, I was famished and headed towards Betong town. I rode around the market area and came across a restaurant next to the market. I decided to stop and have a bite. The food here is reliable and delicious. You can trust this restaurant with your stomach. Almost everything is delicious.

My stomach is full now. I think we should go for a bike ride to digest our food. So I went around the clock tower, going left and right, and ended up in different places. When I rode past the hotel where I was staying, I came across this: 'Wat Phutthadthivas'. I turned in for a bit and rode up the hill at the entrance. Wow... inside! Coming inside, the golden pagoda stood out from afar. Although this temple is not that big, I think the beauty inside is more than what you see.

Like the saying goes, "Don't judge a book by its cover," I may have a rough exterior, but I assure you that I am a devout individual who frequently visits temples with my family. Don't let my appearance fool you, for I may be more gentle than you realize.

After leaving the temple, I didn't know where to go, so I just rode my bike wherever I felt like it. On the way out of the temple, I came across the Hokkien Foundation of Betong. I decided to stop by, and I'm glad I did. The architecture here is really beautiful. Most of the buildings are either ancient or Chinese-style, which made me feel like I was in Beijing or somewhere else in China. It was a great feeling.

Visiting Betong without stopping by Betong Stadium would be like not visiting Betong at all. One thing I noticed is that the phrase "Ok Betong" appears in many places around Betong, including this stadium. It's safe to say that the film "Ok Betong" has truly transformed Betong into the "Ok Betong" we know today.

As I reached this point, I realized that the view from my room seemed to show some kind of fort-like buildings on a high hill near the Betong Mongkolrit Tunnel. What kind of buildings were those? So I decided to ride my motorbike over there to take a look. And to my surprise, viewers, it turned out to be the Betong City Viewpoint! However, since I arrived around 5 pm, the officer told me that "It's closed now. We only allow access to the top until 4 pm." But that's okay. I saw a yellow building in front that said "Southernmost Siam, Beautiful Border Town." It looked nice, so I decided to take some pictures there.

I parked my motorbike in front of this building and ran to take pictures of the clock tower from various high angles.

Wandering around, searching for the perfect angle to capture the cool tunnel. Walking...walking...walking...

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I ended up walking all the way to the clock tower. I had planned to stay up here and slowly move in to find a good angle to take a picture of the beautiful clock tower in the evening, but before I knew it, I was standing in front of the clock tower. In the end, I had to run back to get my motorbike. I was sweating profusely... What have I done?

After sweating so much, let's go for a motorcycle ride to calm down and get some fresh air to dry off the sweat… So I wondered if there were any mosques nearby. Well… I found one! It's a beautiful light blue color. Let's stop by and take some pictures. Today, I've captured images from various places and moods, including Buddhist, Chinese, and Islamic. It's been a rewarding day.

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As the evening approached and the weather turned pleasant, I decided to explore the city in search of a dessert shop. After wandering around, I stumbled upon a quaint roadside stall called "Gopee Boran," which specialized in traditional Thai desserts like "pang yen." The atmosphere was relaxed and inviting, perfect for a casual snack.

I recalled passing by the stall the previous day and noticing groups of teenagers, three or four at a time, enjoying themselves there. While I may have stood out as an older teenager among them, I felt I blended in seamlessly.

The restaurant has a vintage atmosphere with an old-world charm. It is decorated with antique advertising signs.

After enjoying a delicious meal and soaking in the atmosphere, I decided to take a quick nap in my room. Around 7 pm, I hopped on my motorbike and set out to find a temple to pay my respects before the second day of my journey came to an end.

The 'Pae Kong Shrine' stands out with its bright red color from afar, amidst the approaching darkness. I rode my motorcycle over to pay my respects, hoping for a safe journey.

After paying respects, I tried my luck with the fortune sticks. However, the officer informed me that these sticks were for fortune-telling only and did not come with any predictions or interpretations. Nevertheless, I received two numbers. Feel free to use and interpret them as you wish.

Contrary to my initial assumption, my evening did not conclude at the Pae Kong Shrine. Instead, I found myself circling back to the Clock Tower once more. In fact, I must have looped around the Clock Tower at least ten times throughout the day. It seems that whenever I needed to navigate anywhere, I instinctively started from the Clock Tower to avoid getting lost. As they say, "When in doubt, head to the Clock Tower!" #LostButFound

As I rode along, I caught sight of a small coffee shop. I saw an old man with long hair standing there selling coffee. The old man's shop is conveniently located right at the corner of the clock tower. It's very easy to find. There are always locals sitting there drinking coffee and chatting. It's like a coffee club with a great atmosphere.

I walked into the cafe and ordered a hot coffee. I wanted to sit and relax, watching the world go by around the clock tower. After a while, I saw a familiar face - it was Uncle Kai, the man I met yesterday. We ended up chatting for a long time about Betong. He gave me advice on places to visit and even invited me to his house, where he collects old photographs. I decided to visit him tomorrow. We agreed on a time, and tomorrow I will take you all to Uncle Kai's house.

The final morning of my stay in Betong began at 6:00 am. Although it was a Monday, I had taken an extra day off to fully immerse myself in the experience. On a typical workday, I wouldn't have woken up so early, but on vacation, I was eager to explore.

As you may recall, I had arranged to meet with "Ko Kai" at around 7:00 am to visit his home. The previous day, Ko Kai had informed me that it was a Buddhist holy day and that many people in Betong would be gathering at the market to offer alms to monks. This news filled me with excitement and a surge of motivation to wake up early. I was determined to capture the vibrant market life of the local community.

After showering and getting ready, I grabbed my trusty camera and hopped on my motorbike. With a sense of purpose, I started the engine and headed towards the Betong fresh market.

The bustling market came into view, and across the street, I spotted monks emerging for their morning alms collection. I quickly found a spot to park my motorbike by the roadside and hurried over to catch up. While we're accustomed to seeing young temple boys accompanying monks, here, the sight that greeted me was police officers walking alongside the monks, literally "cops with monks."

This image is unusual yet heartwarming. I noticed that wherever the monks walked, the police would follow closely to ensure their safety.

The people here are incredibly kind and welcoming. Even young children participate in the alms-giving ceremony. It's clear that Buddhists, monks, soldiers, and Muslims coexist peacefully. This reminds me of Ko Kai's words: "People here help each other and understand each other. They live together. The problem lies with those who separate themselves, saying, 'This is yours, and this is mine.'"

Upon hearing this, I truly wish that everyone would call each other "we".

Let's take a quick picture. I'm starting to get hungry. I haven't eaten anything today. I looked around and saw this interesting-looking steamed bun shop. There was a constant stream of customers coming to buy buns. I decided to give it a try and ordered a minced pork bun and a red pork bun. The atmosphere here is perfect for enjoying a warm steamed bun by the roadside. It really sets the mood. Let me tell you, the buns are big, the filling is generous, and they are delicious! They only cost ten baht each! I have to ask, how do you make a profit?

If you make a profit, please don't raise the price. 555+ It's good to keep it this way. I'll definitely tell others about it. This shop is very easy to find. It's right on the side of the road opposite the fresh market. But I'm not sure what days the owner sells or how. I didn't ask any further questions. But the taste is good and the price is cheap. I'm hooked. Especially the red pork filling, it's so delicious when it's hot. I can't stop eating it.

We walked around the market, taking pictures.

Strolling around, I stumbled upon this - Bak Kut Teh. I've heard its name for a long time, so I had to try it. It's my first time ever!

The atmosphere of this restaurant is quite pleasant. I sat there watching people bustling around the market. The waiter came to my table and I immediately ordered, "One, please." He asked, "With everything? Including offal?" Since I'm not a fan of offal, I replied, "No offal, please."

After waiting for a while, I took some photos while waiting... Here it is! What I've been waiting for. As soon as the waiter placed it on the table, I couldn't wait to grab a spoon and take a picture of it while it was still steaming. Wait a minute... Where are the innards? What did the waiter ask me just now? It's full! 55555+

With a full stomach and ready to save some money, I turned around and saw a young lady.

Whose child is this? So adorable! #MyMaruko

Our morning tasks are complete, and it's almost time for our appointment. Let's go find Mr. Kai.

The house of Ko Kai is located right behind the fresh market. It is an old-fashioned coffee shop with a prominent sign that reads "Amphoe Betong" in front of the house. It is easily visible to anyone passing by.

This is 'Ko Kai'.

Looking inside the house, there are many old pictures of the Betong people.

The walls of this house are adorned with the history of Betong, offering a glimpse into the town's rich past.

"I believe that Mr. Ko Kai is someone who is already well-known to some residents of Betong. He explained the origin of all the photos, saying that he collected them from the people of Betong. Sometimes he would find them in different houses and ask to keep them, because he had a dream of doing this for his hometown. Hearing this, I also want to continue his ideals and do something for my hometown."

Old items and collectibles are also welcome. If you were born in time, please tell me.

Oh my! What is this?! I have to ask. Uncle Khai once received an award from Her Royal Highness Princess Maha Chakri Sirindhorn. He said that it was the proudest moment of his life to receive an award for his outstanding work in preserving old photographs.

It seems that Mr. Kai is not here to play around. He has awards to prove it, and he also mentioned that he is an alumnus of Suan Sunandha Rajabhat University. Are there any juniors from the same institution here?

Be proud of yourselves!

Does anyone from Betong know where this tunnel is located?

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Oh wow, a legendary C70 motorcycle with a Betong license plate… As far as I know, before it came here, it had its own license plate and didn't use the province name as the license plate like other places.

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Indeed, Betong is full of unique experiences.

From Betong's Hot Springs: A Journey Through Mist and Morning

Leaving the bustling streets of Betong behind, I embarked on a journey to the renowned hot springs, a must-visit destination for any traveler venturing into this southern Thai town. As a local proverb goes, "To visit Betong without experiencing its hot springs is like never truly arriving." With this in mind, I set off on my motorbike, eager to immerse myself in the healing waters and embrace the natural beauty that awaited.

Arriving at the hot springs around 8:00 am, after a scenic 7-kilometer ride from the town center, I was greeted by a sight that both surprised and delighted me. Despite the late hour, the ethereal mist still lingered, blanketing the landscape in a veil of mystery and tranquility. It was as if the mist itself had patiently awaited my arrival, refusing to dissipate before I could witness its ethereal beauty.

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"Oh… this sign makes me hesitate to get off. I'm afraid my eggs will be overcooked. Hehe (Don't think too deeply, I like them not too cooked, just right)."

After circling the hot spring, I decided to chase the mist at Piyamit. From the entrance of the hot spring, I could see fluffy mist in the distance. So, we set off in pursuit.

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I rode along the road until I came across this. This is the entrance to the Piyamit Tunnel. Seeing it gave me a strong Chinese vibe, especially when I took this angle. It feels like I'm somewhere in China. Isn't it worth it? I'm only in Betong, but I get both the misty feel of the north and the Chinese feel.

Emerging from the Piyamit Tunnel, I continued riding up the mountain road. If you can picture this scene, I can assure you that this was the point where my motorcycle was working the hardest. I was incredibly nervous and excited. The road was incredibly steep, and I had ended up renting an automatic motorcycle.

I parked to capture the distant view of the mist. This is the last stop. My trusty car has served me well, but it can't climb any further. I feel sorry for it.

The distant fog that I see, which I honestly don't know which mountain it belongs to.

Just a little bit, my soulmate. This job is more than just a soulmate.

Farewell to Betong: A Glimpse of Luxury

As my time in Betong dwindled, I found myself drawn back to the city center, needing to check out of my accommodation by noon. On my way, a flash of silver caught my eye: a Mercedes-Benz taxi! This was a rare sight, and I couldn't help but admire its sleek black exterior as it sat near the clock tower. Having never had the opportunity to ride in a Mercedes, I couldn't help but feel a pang of longing. Perhaps in another life, I mused, I would be cruising in such luxury. But for now, I remained a humble motorcycle enthusiast, content with the wind in my hair and the open road ahead.

As far as I can see, this looks like a taxi stand. However, it seems to be a fixed-rate taxi service for Betong-Yala, not a metered taxi service like those commonly found in Bangkok.

The interior is 'old', but it's also 'cool'.

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The old building across from the Benz taxi stand. Here, old and new buildings alternate in each alleyway.

Before heading back to my room, I decided to make a quick detour to the market. I realized that my portable flashlight's batteries were dead, and I needed to find a replacement. As I rode my bike, I kept an eye out for a watch shop, as my flashlight uses the same type of batteries as watches.

Found it! The watch shop. But man, the name of the shop made me stumble right from the start. It's called 'Golden Minute', and to top it off, it's decorated in a vintage style.

Initially, I thought I would have to pack up my camera and prepare to go home. However, when I came across this shop, I realized that I wouldn't be able to put my camera away just yet. I had to take it out for a quick shot! Let's capture some excitement before we leave.

I approached the shop owner, a kind old man, and inquired about purchasing batteries for my flashlight. We exchanged pleasantries and chatted briefly before completing the transaction. As I was leaving, the old man picked up a device that resembled a pair of glasses, seemingly used for repairing watches. I asked if I could take a picture, and he jokingly replied, "Don't take a picture yet, I'm not handsome enough." But how could he not be handsome? Just look at the picture... isn't he adorable?

Where else can you find such lovely smiles besides Betong?

After returning from the Na Minute Thong shop, I went back to my accommodation, took a shower, packed my belongings, and prepared to check out. I then had to wait in line for a van to take me back to Hat Yai. While I was waiting, I remembered another place I had seen in a review on the Unseen Thailand page. It was a picture of a stunning lake that made me think it wasn't in Thailand. But when I read the caption, I was surprised to find out it was in Yala, Thailand. I can honestly say that this picture of the lake was one of the reasons I wanted to see it with my own eyes. So, I asked the van driver if I could stop for 2-3 minutes to take some pictures before we left. The driver was very kind and said, "Of course!" with a smile.

After a while on the minivan, about 50-60 kilometers from Betong city center near the Tharn To waterfall, the driver called me and stopped for me to get off.

Huh?? ....Stunned for a moment.

This is indeed the Halabala Sea, but where has all the water gone? Well, I came at the wrong time of year. A little shocked, but I can still support myself on my two legs. The driver came up to me and said, "The dam hasn't been releasing water lately, so it's a bit dry."

However, it might not be a little bit, but I'm okay with it. 5555+ I believe that even in bad luck, there is still good luck. Others may see the lake full of water, but no one will see the way of life of people at the bottom of the lake like me.

Embrace a positive outlook on life... When exploring nature, we cannot control everything. We must go with the flow and let nature guide us. All we need to do is find its beauty.

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The house was usually filled with water up to the ceiling beams. No one would have had the chance to see it, except for me. Let's just say that this is the end of the trip. However, during this journey, I experienced many things that I had never encountered before. I prefer to travel in a way that allows me to truly connect with the place, rather than acting like a tourist.

To fully immerse oneself in a new environment, it is crucial to adapt and blend seamlessly with the surroundings. By doing so, individuals can unlock a wealth of experiences and insights that would otherwise remain hidden.

The journey of the lost soul has come to an end.

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In the realm of dreams.

How many places are there?

That makes us want to go out and experience it.

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And then came back to write it as a travel novel.

Like this place, "Betong City".

Betong: A City Beyond the Stereotypes

Betong was the first city I visited that truly surprised me. Contrary to popular belief, Betong is not the dangerous place many imagine.

In contrast, Betong is a city with friendly people and beautiful, peaceful places.

I would like to express my sincere gratitude to all the residents of Betong for their interest in this review. Thank you to everyone who has shown interest in my journey.

Until next time, on the extraordinary journey of the lost. Thank you.

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Is there anything else I can help you with?

"The beauty of life sometimes"

We don't have to struggle much.

"We just need to find the right vantage point in life."

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