The village

I just went for a walk down to the end of the road as I was getting a little house cramped from all this bed rest when two monks, I can’t spell their names asked me to accompany them to the village. It made me realise why I came here. This place is spectacular! I wanted to take photos but I stopped myself. It was my first time in the township which is not far at all from the monastery (I didn’t know) and is just amazing! It is a new, small village and the people are just beautiful. Every glance you take in each direction is a potential photographic masterpiece. I had to stop myself from taking the photos as it is my first time in the small village and I was walking with two monks so everyone was looking at us, and I’m not yet well enough to muster up the interaction that is required to be friendly and polite when taking a photo of people. One man stopped me, came up to me eagerly and spoke to me, obviously proud to be speaking English! He was adorable! He said I was strong! Not sure why, perhaps the Aussie physique as I do not feel very strong at the moment. It was precisely what I needed to hear.