Three Southern Canals
The morning light is alluring, the white mist chases the mountains, the still water is like a mirror, the way of life of the people of the three canals

The original text describes the author's experience of feeling restless and bored on a Saturday night. Unable to sleep, they feel the need to escape and seek an adrenaline rush. They see a Facebook message about a trip to "Three Southern Canals" the next day and impulsively decide to join. Despite the early departure time, they set off on their journey at 4 am, driven by their desire to break free from boredom.

Early Sunday morning, 4:00 AM. The streets of Phuket were deserted, with 90% of the population still asleep. It took just over an hour to reach Sam Chong Tai (an hour if you drive fast). The road was pitch black, leading to the question, "What am I doing here, and why am I alone?" in the midst of the darkness.

The original text describes a scene at dawn, where the sky is still dark but the first light is starting to appear. The author mentions that they are not the only ones present, as several photographers are already waiting to capture the sunrise. The text also describes the contrast between the darkness and the faint light, as well as the presence of a houseboat with a dim light, indicating that someone is still awake.

Here is a more formal and academic translation of the text:

As dawn approached, the sky began to lighten, with a faint orange glow peeking through the dark clouds. The majority of the sky and the water below remained shrouded in darkness, with only the dim light from a houseboat on the water indicating any sign of life. Despite the early hour, several photographers were already present, eagerly awaiting the opportunity to capture the sunrise.

The first rays of dawn broke through the darkness, casting an orange glow over the village of Sam Chong Tai. The sound of villagers and fishing boats preparing to set sail filled the air.

Long-tail boats departed from the village one by one. Each time a boat left, the soft click of shutters from photographers waiting to capture the moment echoed through the air. The sound of my own camera shutter, still sluggish from sleep, struggled to keep up with my desires.

Mount Phra Athit emerges from behind the dense green mangrove forest, its silhouette gradually becoming clearer as the sunlight pierces through the white mist.

As the light intensified, the orange hues gradually faded, revealing the vast expanse of white mist. The fog drifted across the mountains like a colossal white sheet, enveloping and binding them.

The mist shrouded both the forest and the water, preventing the sunlight from easily reaching the surface. Despite this, the lives of the people of Sam Chong Tai had already begun, and they were ready to brave the fog to carry on with their day.

Ultimately, the golden sunlight prevailed over the white mist, dispelling the darkness on the water's surface.

The golden yellow water gleamed in the center, while the white mist retreated to the distant mountains.

The original text is in Thai and describes a feeling of contentment and energy. Here's the translation:

We have several minutes during the golden hours of the three channels. And at this moment, it seems that the gray boredom in my brain is washed away by the golden light. The feeling of fullness in the morning makes the drowsiness disappear beautifully. The smile on the corner of my lips reveals itself unconsciously… Beautiful.

The dense fog that had blanketed the village gradually dissipated under the powerful rays of the rising sun. As the mist cleared, the inhabitants of Baan Sam Chan emerged from their homes, ready to begin their day's work.

With the presence of light, the vibrant colors of nature become even more apparent.

As the sun rose, Mr. Wittawat Antaporn, a resident of Sam Chong Tai, took me on a boat ride to enjoy the scenery and visit the sandbar in the middle of the Sam Chong Canal.


A free view that makes the endorphins in the brain surge with happiness in the morning atmosphere.

The receding water revealed a sandbar in the middle of Khlong Sam Wa, dotted with millions of shells, creating a mesmerizingly winding waterway.

The cool breeze from the mountains and forests around us brushed against our bodies, bringing a refreshing coolness and invigoration.

The white mist, refusing to yield to the sunlight, continued to spread over the village.

A morning coffee is served with a view rarely seen in the capital. The seat is a million oyster shells in the middle of the canal.

Shrimp boats (used for making shrimp paste) sail around searching for schools of shrimp, and I hope that the uncle will find a large school of shrimp here.

The white mist lingered until 9 am, and although many hours had passed, it felt as if time had flown by.

The original text is in Thai and describes a breakfast experience at a place called "Pa Ping Kan". Here's the translation:

Mr. Wittawas Antaphan took me to "Pa Ping Kan" for breakfast. The accommodation is a large two-story house with four bedrooms, floating amidst nature.

The following is a translation of the provided text from Thai to English:

Today is fully booked and almost fully booked every day. I said that next time I must come and stay here again.

If you arrive before me, please inquire at:


We will definitely meet again at "Three Southern Channels".

By www.facebook.com/hellophangnga

Comments