Monk Watering

After a long day of wandering from wat to wat, I was hot, hot. I was trying to focus on the beauty and majesty of the temples, but all I could think about was the dripping sweat and the pesky flies. I looked over and saw a monk watering the grass, pulling the hose behind him. I walked over, motioned for him to shower me and watched him grin as he directed the spray at me. I bowed, thanked him, and went back to touring wats, much refreshed.