After the temple I followed a peaceful woodland path through rain-foresty woodland and past derelict houses to find something called the Wisdom Walk. This turned out to be engraved Chinese calligraphy on 38 incredibly tall wooden stele; text from the Heart Sutra apparently. They were very magnificent and austere - in very much the same way as a good set of standing stones in a remote place would be. Sadly, as I was sitting quietly admiring them, a Chinese family rolled up, radios blaring and all talking at the tops of their voices. Chinese seems to be a shouted language...
It broke the spell somewhat (my private journal is a little more succint about it!!!) but I'd had some truly beautiful moments earlier, sitting quietly looking at the view and just 'being'.
I admit to feeling just a little sad that my adventure is coming to an end: it's not all been a bed of roses, but I've had some truly wonderful times - in many different ways. And somehow the mundanity of coming back 'home' is a little hard to get used to.
Well, tomorrow I shall be up at 04:15 to catch my 07:35 flight and will spend most of the day travelling one way and another... what a lovely thought. I do not expect to be compus mentus for a day or two!
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Adam, we've so enjoyed reading your trip diary. It brought back many happy memories of our previous trips to Oz. Can't believe you didn't go to Sydney though! The most spectacular harbour in the world. Welcome home to wet and cold UK!
Love, Janet and Barry
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