Still on my way from the monastery to the main road I spied this sheep studded hill. As I stood here, my head was filled with pride as I thought how I was such an accomplished traveler to have stumbled upon this pastoral spot, complete with a secret monastery so remote and backwards in time. Then, coming from the direction of the main road and headed right at me on its way to the monastery, was a large tourist bus filled with sun-glassed people. Clouds of diesel smoke swirled around me as it roared by. Be gone pride!