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.