Here are the pictures of the day. It wasn’t a gloomy day like at a funeral. In fact it was the opposite. Most people were happy. There were the monks praying in a large group of which I failed to take a single photo. Then there was the preparation of a huge amount of food for all of the guests in which I happily joined in and had a lot of fun. By the evening all the guests had left except for the close family and myself. We drunk and ate for probably the sixth time that day.
The coloured sand – so beautiful. Placed by hand by the monks.