The rain had disapeared overnight, and although the internet still wasn't working, my taxi service to the village arrived on the dot. It was the same rider and bike that had transported me the previous day, and although I wasn't looking forward to the 90 minutes of pillioning, I felt relatively safe. We followed the same route including tea stops as we had before, and I had some great Jak-fruit segements given to me at the tea shop which appears in my previous entry. This family obviously honors Ashin Sopaka, and wouldn't hear of any payment in consequence. I spent some nice minutes examining family photos that the proud mother produced, of her sons becoming novice monks ( sort of obligatory for a few months here, and accompanied with great ritual festivities ). Full of tea,
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