Nestled within the confines of Mr. Mark Puttichai Kasetsin's tiny log cabin, the anticipation of our imminent journey weighed heavily in the air. The cabin, though small and quaint, exuded a comforting aura, its wooden beams telling tales of countless adventures and hardships.
Who is Mr. Mark Puttichai Kasetsin? Well, he is the very same friend of Alfred, who will be giving us employment and accommodation to survive for twenty-five days in this forest.
"Ow!" Christian's voice erupted in pain as I unintentionally pressed down with excessive force on the hot compress pain relief water pack that I was supposed to be applying delicately against his aching lower back.
Oh! Looks like I forgot to mention the fact that while getting down from the tree, Christian's hand slipped, and he fell down
