From Bangai laut luwuk, moment back on land, team reunited alive, many things to fix, but the objective is to give back the car in time. I ran out of time and also money.

December began with exhaustion and survival. From Banggai Laut back to Luwuk, the team somehow reunited, bruised but alive. Time and money had already run out, yet the car had to be returned, so I drove without pause, day bleeding into night, camera in one hand, wheel in the other. Ara was still around, reduced to a driver, a paid shadow whose ignorance and arrogance tested every ounce of my patience. I ignored him, focusing only on reaching the end. Through Ampana, Poso, Tentenas quiet lake, and the sacred Bada Valley, we captured what we could. Then Toraja, a gift of culture, rituals, and the wise presence of Mr. Pong Barumbun, one of the greatest Adat men. That meeting felt like grace. Yet even blessings were cut by mistakes: a drone crashed, hundreds of gigabytes of footage were erased, and my spirit was almost shattered.
By Bone, Bira, Kajang tribes, and the shores where Pinisi boats are born, I was already walking as a ghost. Debt had consumed me. The project was officially bankrupt. The team splintered, Happy trying her best but already ready to leave, and Ara revealing his scammers mask fully. What remained was me, drained, but still pushing to Makassar for a quiet ending. Tanah Airku had taken everything: money, health, energy, trust. It gave me only glimpses of beauty, fragments of truth, and the reminder that love for land is not shared by all its people. I leave 2024 with broken bones, debts, and questions that echo like empty roads: Can I continue? Will I be strong enough?
Maybe. Time will answer. For now, I say goodbye 2024!

2024 - FORCED STOP!