Arriving at the village was a relief. The black, storm-filled clouds began to cry rain. We were tired, well I would say we were busted: it was the first day of the Kalaw-Lake Inle trek, if that famous day when my boyfriend cheated on me with a leech! But that is another story…
I don't know where we were, although our little village lost in the mountains of ancient Burma was reserving us an end of day at least curious! A street, muddy, a few children hallucinated to see our white faces, a handful of women working in the field and a monastery. We are approaching, right? Well, I join a bombing! Ahead!
We see a group of novices who are doing their homework, but of course, staying focused is difficult when more than a monk you have a model soul and when you see the camera you start posing as if you were the star of the new Dolce e Gabbana campaign ...
... and suddenly he comes.
Hello hello! Come in! He invites us to enter HIS monastery, makes us sit and begins to make desserts, peanuts, bananas and tea. And that's when the show begins:
"Where are you from? Hahahahahahahaha! ” “Spain, Slovenia and Italy” “hahahaha happy happy !!!! Spain Slobvhsjafd, Italy happy hahaha !!! ”
The ass continues to break and in Burmese we release phrases that we could never understand, always followed by HAPPY HAPPY! We chat a little in English, Burmese, Slovenian, Italian and Spanish, although the universal language of smiles and good vibes is what makes us understand each other, and we all begin to laugh and shout happy happy hahahaha!
I don't know if the monk really was the happiest person in the world, if the bananas were too good, or if the tea was made with some special herb, but we can never forget that meeting in a town lost by the mountains of Myanmar ... the day we met the Happy Happy Monk.
