May 20 cont...
As I came out of the stamp office, a woman waved and rushed up to me saying in quite good English, Where are you from please? I told her New Zealand then said I needed to find somewhere to stay. She led me back into the office and asked one of the older Monks who, it turns out, also spoke good English.
Within minutes, not only was I booked into a nearby Inn, but given a map and timetable for buses for the next day to get to Temples 87 and 88.
What a relief!
I winced the 100 or so paces to the Inn and when I got to my room and took off my socks, my feet were white from being wet all day and swollen and bruised as I had suspected.
I quickly had a shower so I could put them to rest for the remainder of the night.
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