There are no words to describe the feeling you get walking through the ruins of a lost time. Sit and meditate.
This is so “Indiana Jones”! But real. In the early morning I sit on a bicycle, hardly any tourist are seen. I am baffled by the first ruins I see. I am there for a second, back in time. No cars, no tourists, just monks and prayers. I wonder what these temples, these stones might have seen. How can anybody ever understand what happened in the past? All is left are these ruins for me to look at. I am waiting for them to tell me stories. I think a lot about this man called Buddha. How has he been in real life? He shines with gold hands as a huge sculpture before me. I look with astonishment of this worshipping. I listen, I meditate. Silence. Then I can grasp a feeling. Om – shanti shanti shanti.
Indicated photos by Miserable Man // for more stories/pictures check his travelblog