My favourite monk

This poor little rascal was bored out of his tree at the Jokhang Temple in central Lhasa, and while other monks and commoners were seated in great halls listening for hours upon hours to scripture readings, he amused himself by bothering tourists. It was pretty comical...he'd run over to a group of tourists taking photos and stick his head in the pictures, and pretend not to notice he was getting in the way. Sometimes he blocked people's paths and wouldn't let them pass, sidestepping and demanding a toll.

We first saw him running over the roof here, and followed him.
Spying on people below...
And so we played with him for a bit:

Young boys are often put into monkhood (is that a word?) by their parents at a very young age. In fact, the population of Tibet has been steadily decreasing and one factor is the tradition for every family to have at least one son as a monk.