It took me half a day to reach the top of that mountain, a small Buddhist sanctuary stood there lonely in the middle of nothing.
The monk in charge of that small place smiled at me as soon as I reached the entrance and invited me to seat beside him on a wooden bench by the main door.
I looked exhausted and messy after the long climb. He looked radiant and happy. I told him about my great climbing adventure as if it was a once in a lifetime odyssey. He calmly told me he goes to town twice a day, so he does that “odyssey” four times every day.
I remained silent for a while. Continue reading