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Sitting on top of the mountain in the middle of a village. A day will come when praise of a different kind comes from this mountain top.

I didn't stumble upon this sight, but rather it was the culmination of a rather long story.

While in East Asia I was amongst a people that did not speak my language, nor did I speak theres. But I was fed, welcomed, and in turn I was able to bless them. Think Matthew 10.

One of the people who took me in, also took me on a long and somewhat perilous journey up into the mountains behind his village. There is a large dam a few miles behind his village that has created this crystal clear lake. The water is a bright vivid green and the landscape around it is equally stunning. I can say, without much question, that I am the first white person to ever see this lake. The road twists and turns and at times is no more than 1 foot wide. The main transportation is mule, but occasionally a motorbike makes it through.

Me and my friend, had an incredible adventure that day, all while speaking zero words to eachother. The beauty of simple human communication, void of words or disagreements. Simple, but understandable. We both appreciated beauty, and he wanted to show me the beauty of his land, his home, his place.

It is the kind of experience that is only meant for one person, and can't really be described accurately to others. But I was carried up a mountain by a man I don't know, have never spoken a word with, but can truthfully call a great friend.