“Let’s never come back again.
No, please come back again.”
The desperate cries of an unfilial son who wanted to be a filial son,
But why is it fun?
Why are my tears falling?

A father with early-onset dementia, a mother with sore knees, and a son with a sensitive boss challenge themselves to live in Chiang Mai for a month.


Travel writer Park Min-woo, who showed off his gift for gab by appearing on "EBS World Theme Travel" in Thailand, Borneo, Colombia, and other places, has returned with a new book.
Park Min-woo, who shook up the travel book market with books like “South America in 10,000 Hours,” “Asia in 10,000 Hours,” and “Now is India, Now is Hunza,” has come of age.
When my parents can walk, let's show them filial piety.
Instead of just traveling, let's try living there for a month.
With only 2 million won in his bank account and in dire straits, he decides to live in Chiang Mai for a month with his parents.
Even the heavens are indifferent.
I'm trying to be a good filial son, but why are you giving me such hardships?
I don't like it.
It's tasteless.
I want to go home.
The father's complaints that go beyond the line and the early stages of dementia, and the father's belief in heaven and the Confucian mother's terrible love for her husband drive the son into a corner.
The son of a veteran traveler, who is considered a pioneer among travel writers, is completely defeated by his stubborn parents.
Parents are wronged in their own way.
The son who tries to teach his parents by saying that the bag strap is a bit long is just thinking about himself.
He is a gentleman who is only polite and well-mannered.
Who raised that son? He's a filthy, ungrateful, and abusive man. He's my son.
Please eat without making any slurping noises.
It's not like you're spitting on the street.
Is it a good thing to say something nice? An ungrateful son who embarrasses people in public.


Park Min-woo, a self-proclaimed travel expert, begins to feel uneasy due to his parents' sudden changes that make him wonder if they are really his mother and father, whom he sees every day.
With their minds wandering, their motivation evaporating, they become pitiful zombies who pray and pray for time to pass quickly with their eyes and gestures.
I can confidently say that in my fifty years of life, there has never been a more brutal 26 days than this.
How can words fully describe the days, more agonizing than war and more brutal than a plague? This is a record of those brutal days, written like a pilgrim, without adding or subtracting anything.
The author is confident.
Compare it to the best book you've ever read, and I'm confident that "25 Nights and 26 Days Chiang Mai Travelogue" will become a travelogue legend.

1.
A month in Chiang Mai? Let's just go for 3 nights and 4 days.
If this continues, I'll end up crying a lot at the funeral.
Is there anything easier than crying at a funeral? If I cry my heart out before being taken to the crematorium, will I have fulfilled my duty as a child? I planned this trip because I didn't want to be just another child.
It will be a month, or 26 days to be exact, of support and support.
Instead, I will be the mourner who doesn't cry at the funeral.
We sleep together in one room.
It would be great if I could get a separate room, but I don't have the money for that.
Until recently, my father was washing pig intestines.
It was a job with a decent salary, but he quit after a big fight with a coworker.
Recently, I have been cleaning the park as a public service.
He raised me and my brother to be 149cm tall.
It's time to take advantage of your son.

2.
Son: I thought Dad was also deeply moved.
Did you ever guess that he was struggling to stop the leaking feces? No matter what anyone says, it was his mother who saved him back then.
While he was washing his pants and underwear in the Iguazu Falls stream and handing them back to his father, the son just opened and closed his mouth and hoped that what had happened to us was just a dream.


3.
Son: Father, can you hold it? Big or small?

It's a 10-minute walk to the bathroom.


Father: Yeah, something small.
I guess I'll just have to endure it.
Mother: Oh no, I'm in a hurry.


This time it's my mother.
Why are you all like this? You were so peaceful when you were eating at the hotel.


Son: Why are you saying this when you were silent just a moment ago?
Mother: What should I do when I feel like crying? Then, do I force myself to cry when I don't feel like crying?
Son: Just wait 10 minutes.

Mother: I can't stand it.
Ask me something.

Son: I asked you.
The market restrooms are being cleaned.

Mother: Where is the other bathroom?
Son: It's at the mart.
Can you walk for 10 minutes?
Mother: Again, again?
Son: Did you know there are dozens of toilets in the market?
Mother: Ask.
I told you it was urgent.

Son: I don't like it.


4.
Father: You go somewhere and eat.

Son: Alone? You should eat. What if you eat at night?
Father: I don't know how you'll hear this, but my son really has no patience.
I'm telling you, nothing is ever finished properly.
Eeg, tsk tsk tsk!
Son: Father, what are you talking about all of a sudden?

5.
The reason why my father's words are hurtful is because they are precise.
One year of working as a magazine reporter is the entirety of my working life.
It's true that he's a stubborn guy, and it's also true that he's a son who's never finished anything properly.
Do I really need to come all the way to Chiang Mai to hear that? My son is trying so hard to make his parents feel better, so why not give him some extra credit? Crocs shoes symbolize my freedom.
No one, not even my family, has the right to infringe on my freedom.


6.
Father: You think this dirty place is a good room? A guy who's traveled a lot would call this a room?
Son: Why are you like that?
Father: A mosquito bit you.
You can't call a room like this a room.

Son: Then should we look for another room?
Father: Spending money again? Get a refund first.
Son: You can't get a refund for a mosquito bite.
I'm never going on a trip with my dad again.
You won't die from a mosquito bite.

Father: If you came to the travel agency, you're 100% guilty.
I'm putting up with it because he's my son!
Son: Then sue me.
Please go to Korea tomorrow.

Father: You don't like your room, you punk.

Son: Wow, Dad, you are amazing.
I'll go out for now.

Mother: Still, I can't say that to Father.

Son: Mom, stop it too.
Why am I always the bad guy?

7.
My son saw the corners of his mouth slightly go up.

Is your father good?
Have you found even the most common and natural kindnesses to be so inconsiderate that they seem to you? Have you grown old without ever seeing the blossoms of your life? Have you lived your life solely focused on making a living, only to find your hair falling out and the calcium in your bones slowly disappearing? If you felt wronged, you would have vented your anger, but do you find yourself in fits of rage when you feel nothing is wronged?

8.
For the past few years, my mother's eyes have been losing their strength.
The brain is rapidly shrinking.
I thought dementia was something that only happened to other people.
I was scared so I gave him my smartphone.
I made them use KakaoTalk and search for Imja's songs and Baek Jong-won's dishes on YouTube.
What should I do? My aging brain will strain and analyze the smartphone world.
This trip also started for that reason.
Thrown into an unknown world, time tormenting my dead brain.

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