I overheard our guide explaining that each of the 500 Buddhas represented a different emotion, and that if there was a particular state of mind you were struggling with, you were supposed to do–something or another–with that Buddha. I didn’t catch what, nor am I sure what the significance of some of the more mustachio’d Buddhas would have been, emotion-wise.
But whatever it was, I should have done it with the impatient looking Buddha, and the Buddha who couldn’t enjoy the moment, and whichever Buddha was regretting unimportant things.
I am ready to go home. But I do want to seize the moment, and do some shopping, and try some foods, and try to absorb just a little of this fleeting country–all of which are tough to do with a caravan of our size, which scarcely turns on a dime, and many members of which are frequently whining.
But I can’t blame them–it’s hot and crowded and unless we’re buying small plastic toys, not really a thrill for them–nor are they that excited about most of the food, although they’ve been very, very game. The trouble is, none of the adults wants to stay behind with them, either! There’s so much to see.