Monday 30.01 was a special Buddha day and I was woken by a concerto of drums and cymbals at 4am. I got up at 6am to watch the monks run the gauntlet of tuk-tuk and minivan-loads of camera-wielding tourists. I couldn’t believe how ill-mannered many of the tourists were, thrusting their cameras right into the faces of the monks. I felt like an intruder but at the same time wanted some souvenir photos as it was an extraordinary sight to see – a couple of hundred monks from the various temples making their way around the block collecting their food and other necessities for the day.
April 7, 2012