The Beholder's Eye 4
- krolesh
- Mar 28, 2024
- 2 min read
Bai Dinh
Eventually I made it to the gateway into the forest hillside, to the ancient temple part.
Look at those psychedelic colours! It's either the slug or it's me.
I've seen this guy in a horror movie somewhere, but just can't pick it.
The ancient cave temples.
He could see right through me
Still life with mandarin and grapefruit
Eventually I crouched through to the back of the cave, and found myself alone in the forest.
This is where that kind master originally set up his plant apothecary.
The forest shelves were full of product.
I crept in, trying not to disturb her while she was drinking. I knew how dangerous it was, from Harry Potter.
A prize for the first person to spot wildlife in this shot
There's a turtle at the back of the Pearl Well, a spring-fed well whose waters apparently have healing properties.
This side of the temple complex is beautifully garden-heavy.
As I waited for the temple transport to take me back to the parking area, a bunch of drivers invited me over for delicious green tea, a drink I've enjoyed many many times with locals in this country. I wasn't light on my praise of the artistic and aesthetic magnificence of this whole place.
The guys were proud as punch.
Military hats are all the rage with men from about 50 upwards in this country. Sometimes even younger. And particularly rural folk.
This is a red bean steamed bun made with yellow beans
Riding home was another treat. Blah blah.
Beautiful old temple gate
Sorry to bore you with such unfathomable beauty, it must get so boring.
Goat is a delicacy widely savoured around here. This is actually a real live, I mean real dead, skinned goat. It's had its neck slit, so it ain't comin' back. I saw a number of these unfortunate beings on table stalls on the side of the road, all ready for the barbie, goatisserie, or very large billy.
Looks rather brutal, if you ask me. But maybe it's better than the packaging of anonymous meats at a Western supermarket. It's useful to look dead-eyed into the dead eyes of these slaughtered creatures every now and again, to remind yourself of where your dinner's coming from.
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