There was a man dressed in all white (a symbol of reverence/respect in Buddhism) with a pencil thin, white mustache talking to the crowds that gathered near the standing and reclining Buddha statues. I watched from a distance as he imparted his wisdom to his guests, a routine I imagine he has gone through hundreds if not thousands of times. One wonders if he ever gets bored reciting the same mantra, answering the same questions over and over again.
I don’t think so. Watching him I could see his passion, his patience. He enjoyed sharing his knowledge, enjoyed watching the eyes of people light up when he imparted some insight. I know this because, when the crowds parted, he came and talked to me about Gal Vihara and I could see the sparkle in his eyes.