Later that week
Trip Start Jun 12, 2013
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I currently have 45 fly bites on my body, some weeping some swollen. I look like I have the plague. If I wasn’t 2000 miles away I would go back to Superdrug and demand my money back for my "DEET" repellent.
I have also been to a Buddhist festival which was A/maze. As it was in a small village you would expect it to be a bit shit, like DIY outfits made from boxes and toilet roll tubes
I have been to a few temples which are beautiful. I was surprised to see how young some of the monks were, around 13 years old and younger. At that age in England they would probably be out drinking cheap cider with their friends in the park and engaging in underage sex but here they lead a beautiful life of serenity, meditation, relaxation and free food.
The NGO I volunteer for have kindly lent me a bicycle. So in the evenings I like to bike around the local area and villages. Today biked down a dirt track through a jungle and ended up a remote village. Somebody then invited me to their house for coconut. I sat down and about the entire village came to look at the unusual specimen that has arrived in their village and watched in in a silent awe with an occasional wave of excited voices rippling through them as I punctuated the dense silence with “nice “ and “thank you” . I felt like David Attenbourgh entering an uncharted land. The people here are generally really friendly. I remember receiving a similar reception in a village in Uganda where people hadn’t seen white people before. Some children were terrified and other treated me like some kind of god or queen, it was really nice. I just walked along gracefully waving at everyone like “hello hello, glad you are enjoying my white skin and blonde hair”. It is such an anti climax to come back to England and for not to be special anymore.