|The festival stage, which competed somewhat noisily with the amplified blessings and message from the monk bedhind where I was standing to take this|
|Cutting my breaded and |
fried chicken breasts into a
bag for my take-away
It had some buildings and a small multi-purpose room that was serving as the place of worship, but other than a couple of smaller buildings there was no actual temple structure. It was a work in progress.
Two of the nights I was in town there was a fundraiser going on to raise money for the construction of a new temple, and we spent several hours there each evening, joining in with the prayer and meditation as well as the games, dancing and other activities.
|Boys trying to toss balls into pots to win prizes|
I know we didn't eat an organized dinner one of the two evenings because we passed the festival on our way to the open-air restaurant we'd planned to eat at, and I'd fooled myself into thinking I could just stop in at such an event and only stay a few minutes to look around. My friend knew better, but he went along with it and had a variety of walk-away snacks for dinner along with me.
By the time I was finished with my "few minutes" it was closer to bedtime than dinner time. I'll post more about the festival tomorrow, including my somewhat extended visit with a monk who was somewhat tipsy and anxious to show me around.