My feet are covered with moskito bites and my body still hurts from that damn flight. I am lying in a bunk bed. I feel cold despite the 3 blankets. I normally dont feel cold that easily but this room it something else. It's a 8 bed shared dorm on the first floor of the volunteer house. The coldest room of all (this is the room where they normally put the girls in, sorry girls). It really is the coldest, I know this because throughout the month I stayed here I slept in every single one of them.
The problem with both rooms upstairs is that they both have wooden walls. Between the planks are huge gaps so no heat insulation whatsoever. The cold night wind blows right through the room. For the future I suggest putting the boys into these quartes.
I am getting up. My cell phone tells me it is almost 1pm, lunch time at the Varsana monastary. I know this because the nun told me that last night. It was the nun that had been waiting for me in the dark that night. It was also her that gave me rice and vegetables for dinner and accommodated me into this 8 bed dorm.
The volunteer house
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can you see the gaps? |
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outside the volunteer house |
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the living room |
I really needed a proper warm shower but like I mentioned before you get a cold rinse for a shower. (later I found out that the upstairs shower of the volunteer house can get warm water, the secret is to turn on the water just slightly) But enough of the complaining. This place is amazing!
You realize that the moment you enter their monastary. This place is like single huge garden with the most amazing flowers, rock carvings, beautiful buildings, herb and vegetable gardens.
They have their own restaurant where they offer hadmade pastries. Pastries to die for really.
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