Why do we travel?
We travel to escape, relax, learn, meet old friends or even make new ones. When we reach the destination, how often do we remember to take a minute to soak it all in?
I saw this monk at the Yala National Park beach. He patiently watched the waves crashing and breaking while a lot of the tourists were busy taking pictures. It made me think, does a photograph really help you relive the moment if there's no story behind it?