
The last day we did another run around Angkor Wat to see the bass reliefs and the "milking of the sea" which was Meric's favorite. He just likes seeing the gods pulling on their snakes, I think. Alison befriended a bunch of Buddhist monks, and they had all kinds of questions about Catholisism, such as, "What do you do to celebrate the full moon?" I don't think she wanted to get into the separation of the pagans from the Christians, too complicated for their limited English, so she just said, "Nothing." Apparently, the monks shave their heads every full moon. They are also not allowed to touch women, and nearly all Cambodian boys spend a time in their adolescence or young adulthood practicing to be a monk. Our friend Chi was a monk from the age 15 to 20. Now he's just a regular guy who happens to live with them still, and is referred to as a "pagoda boy."

We'll be up in Northern Thailand for the next week. Venera, if you are reading this, I can't help but think of you every time I step into a Buddhist temple!
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