Our rickshaw driver took us to meet a monk who lived in this cave up on a hill. I can see why, it's lovely & cool & tranquil up there. We were given marks on our foreheads & weren't sure if it was polite to wipe them off.
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Oh, I'm liking Paul's beard - I think you should keep it! And Kerry - I know you're wearing your sandals every day and changing into other footwear just for the photos. You're fooling no one.
London is cold now - autumn is upon us. This evening I went to see a German film called The Counterfeiter, about a master forger in the concentration camps of WWII who was co-opted by the Gestapo into printing millions in forged UK and US banknotes. Now I'm home eating the rest of my cinema snack bag of chocolate raisins and wasting time on stalkerbook, as my brother calls it.
Have you eaten curry for breakfast yet? It's lovely to see all your pics. I hope that cow wasn't cannibalistic and instead ordered himself a nice vegetable samosa.
Lots of love,
Axx
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