The sleeping boatman ensured we could go Beatus early instead of jumping around the lake and was so lucky as entering the caves along with only a german family, the silence of the grottos and spectacular depths much stronger and deeper
Found a chance to play my indian flute in the chambers, resonating sounds off the distant walls and lakes, feeling the silence even stronger, reminiscing the saint living here in all simplicity 1400years ago
Afterwards the contrast with the tourist street and the shopping mall overflowing with foods and goods, indians, chinese, japanese, germans and americans
Evening walk in search of the local waterfall gave a magical night view of the lake castle and serenity of the pilgrim walk through the forest - halfway asleep in the living room reminded of the asberger consequences while massaging back, suddenly aware of the multiple implications of social language and response, so utterly complicated - still far from being able to relax into life i am grateful for all the learning experiences given
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