|Our "Feed the Monks" guide|
I remember working as a counselor at Camp Geronimo Boy Scout camp and deciding to attend the catch all Protestant Sunday service but it was too far of a hike at such an early time of the morning on my only day off so my cabin mate being Catholic invited me to his service which was within 50 yards of our front door. I went and much of the mombo jombo was close to what I was taught so I was feeling pretty good through most of the service, in fact I even nervously took communion and at the end the service the Lords Prayer was recited and I was totally unaware the Catholics shortened the prayer by a long phrase which I loudly and confidently finished to the hush of everyone else including the piercing eye of the priest zeroing in on the heathen in the rear pew which was me. I spun around and dashed out the door never to return....until I married.
|The Monk morning treat|
|Sharon & I doing our spiritual duty....not.|
|Waiting for goodies|
|A sincere devote|
The sad part is most of the food items given to these monks was discarded to street kids or thrown out. The true intent was lost but we walked fast and got ahead of a good size section of the parade and I did see sincere locals provide alms and a prayer so my deepest thoughts of this ritual was restored. Later I found there is a great push to prevent this tradition from being exploited by having tourists not participate and on lookers to stay clear of this daily event. In fact the people like the women who scammed us are looked down on because she is profiting from this ceremony. I can certainly appreciate that because what I saw and experienced was nothing more than how Sharon described it as "Monk's Trick or Treating".