"CH!" I hollered, cupping a hand to my mouth, "COME BACK!" My voice echoed eerily down the huge open air tunnel... Making the silence that came after hang in the air. But Ch was still there. Little did I know, he was watching from the shadows.
"A selected monk-Rice bowls and their attendant monks wait in line for the offerings from the community neighbouring the Chaukhtatgyi Monastery in Amarapura in Myanmar ahead of the morning meal." by Christopher Martin Henson K via belas fotos