I wanted to find the loo, but somehow got ushered into the base of the pagoda by a keen old lady, either supervising us, or guiding us, I'm not sure. 12 flights up, twelve lots of bending down and prostrating myself in front of twelve niches of small statuettes of Buddha, planting incense carefully,and looking dutifully appreciative, then 12 flights back down, and finally I was allowed to find the toilet. Whew! it was touch and go.

On the way out, somehow, on our bicycles, we caught up the old woman on hers,wending her way home also, so we fell into company again and seemed to be escorted almost from beginning to end by this one person.