We had been almost a month in Thailand. Too much tourist for my fine nose. We decided to rent a motorcycle and make a route through the north; first destination Mae Sariang. Apparently there we will find the traditional life of Thailand, with peasants in their day to day and little tourism. We want to walk, get lost in nature. We decided to do a trekking that crosses the Salawin National Park to the Thanlyin River, which separates Thailand from Burma. On the map there is a group of houses attached to the river. That will be our destination, about 25 km we calculate.
The next day we get going and when we get to the beginning of the road we realize that between the two we do not reach the liter of water, great planning. So the idea is to walk until we run out and come back. We are walking along very cool roads, crossing streams, lots of vegetation of all kinds, chatting ... At two or three hours the water is scarce and the point arrives at which we do not know whether to continue or turn around. It turns out that a poster with a 7 appears.
On the map there are also some houses halfway between the point of departure and the river. We think that maybe those little houses is what marks the sign, and 7 kilometers to arrive. We decided to go there, maybe they have water to give us and make the way back.
After a couple more hours we haven't found anything at all. We have no water left, and we must be more than halfway to the river, so it is more important to reach the village than to turn around. The rest of the way is suffering. We are literally in the middle of nowhere, just forest, incredible nature and a little path that leads us to not know very well where. The little houses that appeared in the middle of the road turned out to be nothing, and now we don't know if we trust the map much.
In a normal situation I would be the happiest man in the world, I would try to connect and blend in with the nature that surrounds me, but now I am suffering. With the mouth made a shoe and a tremendous heat I just want water. The uncertainty of fate does not help mentally either. Luckily, when the road was getting harder, we found, isolated, small peasant houses to which we are asking for water. Like a ray, the words of my mother come to mind, great traveler she: “whatever you do always drink bottled water" Sorry mom, there is no thing to get exquisite now.
Literally, we are asking all the peasants to cross water. We don't drink much, because we know it's the easiest way to get sick. Even the Thais themselves drink bottled water, but now we are in the middle of nowhere, there is no other option. Some give us tea (boiled water), which is appreciated, but we dare not ask them to refill the bottle of tea. Now, looking back, I remember with great love like that Simple people were happy to help us, always with a smile on their faces And glad to exchange some words.