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Kratie, Cambodia

We awoke, at 5am, this morning to the rise and fall of a yammering monk (the kind with a shaved head, dressed in beautiful orange garb whose appearance belies a voice that could turn fairies to dust!) he lectured, chanted, welcomed the dawn and blessed the rain. Well, that's what I imagine he was doing... He could just as easily have been p…

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