A Bumpy Road
It’s 6 in the morning. The sun is rising slowly and we’re still trying to shake the sleep out.
There are 15 of us packed tight into 3 trucks. We settle in against our luggage, in the bed of the trucks, and get ready for a long, bumpy ride.
It’s a 4-5 hour ride up the mountain from Mae Sariang to the Mae La Oon Refugee Camp. Thankfully the weather has cooperated with us and we don’t see any rain.
We rode up the mountain through mud, over rocks, around bends, and through small villages. It didn’t set in for a while that we were actually doing this. We were actually traveling through the jungle to go to the Refugee camp. We were actually passing by small villages, actually seeing over the cliff and down into the valleys of rice fields.
It was a very surreal experience. But, the soreness we felt after the first 2 hours quickly brought us back to reality.
The Refugee Camp is only a couple of hours away and we all are anxious to get there.
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