The shared taxi to Mount Popa gave me the opportunity to meet 3 Koreans. Our hostels were right next door. As we cycled on the way to see the temples, they passed us by and invited us to join their donation day.

I had no idea where we were going but they had a bunch of stuff at the back of their scooters. We followed them until we reached a poor community. There was a small house where they donated medicines. There was a boy with them who I think they adopted from Myanmar. He can speak Korean and Burmese. He serves as the translator. He wrote down the instructions for the Korean medicines.

We then went to a small school with more or less 100 students and 7 teachers. They donated school supplies and snacks.

We all had lunch together before we did our own thing.

The experience I had with them was definitely a remarkable one. I’m so glad I met them.

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