This is not the French Rivera or a Mexican beach. This is the backyard of a very humble guesthouse. It felt like a home stay and a very charming one.
There's no Laundromat, we do our laundry in the shower or sink or in this case, in an outside trough.
Hang the wet clothes to dry in the sun.
Tibetan monks playing with their cell phones in the afternoon.
The yard is overgrown, there's no landscaping services here.
We had a ball, even with no modern conveniences.
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