Finally gave in and decided that we needed to go and get our religious ‘passport’ to stop the psycho-priests attaching us with flowers (you have to take it down to the lake where one of his other colleagues jumps you). At the lake we knew that we had to give him a ‘donation’ but he wouldn’t negotiate it before we did the prayers. We were therefore a bit nervous as we went down to the waters edge. We sat there as these massive carp of some kind gasped at the surface and the guy spoke some prayers that we had to repeat. This included splashing some water about, putting it on our eyes, ears, nose and drinking it (you must be joking mate … I just saw that bloke wash his smalls in it!). It was actually very peaceful as we looked over the pool with the temples and mountains in the background and the chanting in our ears. Despite this we were starting to get a bit anxious as it was taking a while and we wondered if the meter was on and we were paying by the minute for our prayers! In the end all was well and we got our little red cotton bangles and waved them in the faces of the priests in the street like a crucifix to a vampire.
Met a young lad (Sheva) who invited us to his house, which was a tiny little room and one kitchen. His families were very sweet and of course we took some photos which we’ll need to send back to them.
Quick fruit juice at a street stall where I watched as my camera decided to launch itself into the gray and stinky sewer that was flowing by. Oooo! Yak!
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