(The Long Wander.com) In every temple there is a different crew of kids selling stuff. Once the temples become monotonous and similar, there are children waiting everywhere to liven things up with their friendly chat and offered goods. Walking between temples on the third day I encounter a little girl who begins with the usual, “Please, sir! You buy from me, sir! Only one dollar! Sir!” She sings her sales pitch and ends every sentence with a little upward kick to her voice so she sounds like she's chanting.