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Thursday, September 11, 2014

Buddhist Monks in Sydney (Australia)

Mismatched photographic elements? They have a term for this. I was nonetheless pleased.

Meanwhile, I have squandered a bit (splurged, maybe?) for my Sydney travel cards. Since I couldn't decide which ones to take, considering each of their limitations, I got both. Convenient, but not in anyway wise because one of them is actually wasted. So do not follow this line of thinking if budget is tight. I have a MyBus travel card, worth A$26, that allows me to take the city bus and an unlimited MyTrain travel card (including ferry rides) worth A$21. Now here's the clinch: I chose to walk - a decidedly long walk - towards the city harbour overlooking the Sydney Harbour Bridge and the Opera House. Believe me, my feet were throbbing later! But it was something I'd never change for any comfortable ride.

The photo above was taken from the immense, and truly majestic, Royal Botanical Garden of Sydney, located just beside the Sydney Opera House grounds. There were uniformed Japanese navy lads (you'd think you got transported to a make-believe Japanese town) , school children, fitness buffs and Buddhist monks!

And they weren't camera-shy either.

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Wednesday, June 20, 2012

Surreal Pakse Tales - How the Monks Descended Down their Temples to Join Me

Pakse, Champasak Province, Laos - It's no secret that during my travels in Laos, I have developed the habit of "stalking" the monks during their morning alms ritual. I don't know why, but they draw me like moth to a flame. I have no intentions of disrespecting them, but I do hope they shall pardon my boundless curiosity - my only attempt of explanation regarding this behavior.

REVERIE

On my last morning in Pakse, before crossing the border back to Ubon Ratchathani in Thailand, I had my bags packed as early as 6 AM. I went down to the ground floor restaurant and found myself alone in a sea of empty tables. There were stacks of plates on the three buffet tables which I found odd considering that the palace hotel seemed mostly under-occupied. I took my seat on a table for six and place my backpack beside my chair. A couple of fried eggs, a noodle dish and fried rice later, I was back on my seat. While chomping away for sustenance, I was conscious of my day ahead. Crossing the border, no matter how many times I've done it, is never a pleasant experience. I get nervous every time.

In the midst of my reverie, several monks started populating the restaurant - and to my surprise, I found myself surrounded by them. Every where I looked, they were there! Now how does irony play in a guy who makes it his habit to stalk the monk while traveling around Laos? Sing for me, Alanis Morissette.

SURREAL

After all those crazy mornings, I was among them, eating with them in glorious splendor. Now how's that for a farewell surprise? It was one of the most surreal experiences I have ever had. It turns out that these Thai monks were going on a holiday. From Thailand, they are taking a couple of double-decker buses from Laos to Vietnam, and I was there eating breakfast with them! Why was Champasak Palace Hotel so eerily quiet last night? It didn't feel like people were occupying the hotel. In fact, it almost had full occupancy.

It was such pleasure to say the least. After my meal, I discreetly (without a flash, thus the inferior quality of the photos here) took photos to document the special moment. I was also once again able to check out the backyard. It was a special day to be leaving Pakse.

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I was one of the first at the restaurant. they were still filling up the breakfast trays for the buffet meal.

Why so many plates? I would eventually find out.

Check out my backpack at the empty chair (left). It was a pleasant surprise to partake a meal with the monks. And they ate as heartily as ordinary people.