Reflections on the East.

So I'm back from that great Eastern land, of which I can't say much about, except that yet again it made an impression on me, especially the people of like-minded faith. It has a landscape, as one person described, as if God had paused mid-way through dropping dumplings on that plate called earth. And the people are a blast from the past - in a good way - where inviting strangers in is still safe, children play all around the hills of the village in packs and the rubbish bin is dropping scraps through the holes in your floorboards to the pigs and chicken that live underneath. That part was not so fragrant.