He was a man with salt and pepper hair, cut short in a crewcut. Silver wired glasses. A camera around his neck. His wife by his side. Everyone who was wearing a pair of shorts or a short skirt/dress had to put on a sarong provided by the monastry. I first noticed him because of the way he sat.
Like a man. Knees not put together. Legs not crossed. Shoulders not hunched. Arms supported. He sat back deep into the chair. He looked like he could be wearing a suit or a pair of pants except his lower body was covered up by a sarong. He’s a little chubby but his body language was unapologetic. It’s funny to see that body language under a sarong. No lady would ever sit like! But somehow I thought it looked very beautiful.