The wrong path

The temple is delightful. Serene. No tourist buses.

'What are you doing here pilgrim?'

I explain.

'No, no, no. You've come down on the wrong side of the mountain. You're a long way out of the way. This is the wrong temple. I'll give you a lift.'

I decline. I cry some for my mistake. I start walking. He drives on and waits at every intersection and points the way.

Copyright Edwina Breitzke May 1997