This blog post was going to be completely different, but my mind seems to have trained itself to wake up on Wednesday morning and write whatever has brewed in the back of my brain overnight.
This post was originally going to be about ice cream, husbands and almost getting electrocuted - I will still get to those stories, bear with me - but first I'm going to write about fear. ...continue reading "Fear is my New Friend"
This week's post was going to be about a marvellous Buddhist temple I visited on Sunday morning. It's an an unassuming timber building in a suburb of Kuching and unlike many of the temples I've seen on this trip, extremely simple - a timber building, with a timber deck at the front of it. I've managed to lose all the photos I took of this magical place, but for some idea of how the temple looks, go to their blogspot. It's 168 years old. Peace has permeated every beam and board, and I found myself not wanting to leave.
Like everywhere here, the people there were almost aggressively friendly. As I ate the vegetarian lunch they insisted I have I chatted to some of the members, three elderly gentlemen in their seventies and eighties. I also met the Master of the Temple, a wonderful Taiwanese woman. ...continue reading "The Lost Photos of Borneo"