Monks

Yesterday the men and I showed up at what seemed to be abandoned place.  We were someplace west of the Batangan peninsula.  There were some monks living there.  Before we actually knew about the monks living there we started to make camp.  We dug foxholes in their yard.  We started making it our own place to stay.  When they made an appearance to us they weren't angry at us at all for making holes in there yard.  More like they treated us in like guests.  They bowed to us. After a while they brought us into there pagoda.  Inside it was dark and cold.  The ceiling had holes in it, and the windows were falling apart. It was calming and very welcoming though.  The head monk wanted me to sit in his chair.  So I decided to do what he wanted and sit in the chair.  You could tell he was very proud that I sat in his chair.  They brought us clean water and fresh watermelon.   The monks barely spoke any English.  Even though they didn’t understand us they were very respectful and left us alone when we were discussing important topics.  We all felt very welcomed by the monks.