Leave Taking, Day 13
Day 13: Monks
Monks aren't exotic in Laos; they are everywhere. Nearly every man has been a monk or a novice. When walking around Luang Prabang, saffron robes are always in sight. They walk in little gaggles, usually holding orange umbrellas to protect their bald heads. They aren't allowed to ride bicycles or motorcycles, so they either walk or pile into tuk tuks to go to school. My favorite is when I catch a glimpse of a monk or novice on their iphone or smoking a cigarette. They seem so timeless and majestic, so it's a great juxtaposition, and also a reminder that they are just adolescent boys.
My favorite one is the first: Mutual, shameless picture-taking of each other.
Monks aren't exotic in Laos; they are everywhere. Nearly every man has been a monk or a novice. When walking around Luang Prabang, saffron robes are always in sight. They walk in little gaggles, usually holding orange umbrellas to protect their bald heads. They aren't allowed to ride bicycles or motorcycles, so they either walk or pile into tuk tuks to go to school. My favorite is when I catch a glimpse of a monk or novice on their iphone or smoking a cigarette. They seem so timeless and majestic, so it's a great juxtaposition, and also a reminder that they are just adolescent boys.
My favorite one is the first: Mutual, shameless picture-taking of each other.
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