Everything went back like few years ago, when I went here for few community fun trip. The chilling air sucked to my lung. Fresh, mixed with a hydro vapour, mixed with nicotine that made it much better. I sat there in one of the highest point in the Leaves Village, or Kampong Daun they say. Seeing the beauty of modified mother nature by human art touch.
I remembered the fun we have few years ago with my former work colleges, also remember the memory with my old friends. This place keeps a lot. Our trace sticked in the water fall turbulence, retold in the rocky valley, redefined in the ancient vegetation spread all over the place. This is a place that keep a lot of regretted greatest losses ever happen in my life