They're waking up early to accept rice donations from the people of Luang Prabang.
Problem is, some serve sticky rice, some serve steamed rice. Mix the two and kaBOOM, your stomach explores.
Luckily, the monks are trained to avoid this fate.
After receiving their daily rice, the monks play ceremonial soccer with this ceremonial soccer ball. Just kidding. They play B-Ball, like all monks. That's a B-Ball
This is a Wat. Behind it is their B-Ball court. When the young play B-Ball, they can often be heard to say, "I packed yo shit. Wat then."
True fact: Monks curse ALL the time. No they don't.
Here they are again. As you've no doubt noticed, some monks use Tide with Bleach, others don't. And yes, it matters.
All monks call into one of three above categories. Me, I'm a Naga Back (left).
After the monks have finished their daily begging and B-Ball tournament, they head back to the temple to change into their Tommy Hilfiger knock-offs for a night on the town.
True fact: None of that was true. For true information, head to the Luang Prabang wikipedia page.
