Those Monks

We live next door to a Buddhist temple and can hear chanting at 6pm everyday and smell the delicious food each day. The worst part is peeking over the fence and seeing the wonderful spread of fried fish and rice dishes. I'm still not quite sure how their system works. I thought the monks who live there, lead a very frugal lifestyle and are suppose to beg for food. Yet their tables are plentiful. I suppose the community supports them.

At dinner tonight, while we were listening to the chanting, Frunty suggested that we go next door to get beer from the monks. Then he added, maybe they make bread and cheese too. Welcome to Asia Frunty. These monks are different those we used to visit in Belgium.