Friday of last week was a holiday so off the I Missionaries to Phu Hin Rong Kla National Park, a historical haven of Thailand where a bloody battle between communists and government authorities transpired sometime in the past leaving wounds and scratches not only to Thai history but to the once untouched and fertile forest as well. But today, this site has become a major attraction in the North of Thailand visited by locals and tourists alike.
We arrived at around 9:30 in the morning and we were greeted by the green pine trees surrounding the park. It reminds us of Baguio City. It feels like home. After taking our BRUNCH, we, except Andy, began our trail without actually knowing where to go and how long the walk would be. The burning heat of the sun was left unnoticed with our peals of laughter that disturbed the quite place and the momentary poses here and there for documentation purposes.
But as the sun’s rays were at their best, we began to feel our feet aching and our breath coming one after another. We felt the dryness of out throats but not a single drop of water to drink to quench our thirst. Mheng stayed at the end of the line while some of us wanted to beg to the passing vehicles if we could hitch a ride which of course remained only in our wish list. At last, we got to the place where shops were found selling souvenirs, foods and beverages. You can only guess where everybody headed and you are definitely right.
Yet, we were still halfway to the main attraction. If not with the thought of Kuya Jom’s and Bro. Reggie’s cameras, I would have stayed. So off we went. In few minutes time, nature welcomed us with its glory and splendor. Natural rock formations, and real unique stone carvings created by mother nature herself were laid before our very eyes. We were caught in awe. The peak was a few more walks but reaching it took a quite longer time due to the irresistible clicks of our cameras. Herjy, Nheng, Lottie, Janice, Michelle and Dennis can only give in to the flashes. Reuben and Steve were even inspired to pose sexy on that gigantic rock.
Stepping on the highest peak is like stepping on the moon. It was a relief. After a long long walk, we were there looking down at the verdant scenery in the middle of so many “boob rocks”. My apologies for the term but they actually resemble as one found in different sizes. More than that, the wind was really cool on top though the scorching heat of the sun kept piercing our burned skin. It was liberating to scream at the top of our voices knowing they will only fade with the thin air.
Walking back was another story of course! Imagine being on a death march or in the Holy Week procession from Marikina going to Antipolo. It was way longer than what I walk during my high school days. If only we had wings. If only we had wheels. If only.
We got tired but definitely not exhausted as it is always a rewarding experience to spend some days with nature and in prayer with friends, with brothers and sisters, with “foster parents” and with God.
February 18 and 19. I walked in Phu Hin Rong Kla. A walk worth remembering.