Stories help others understand.
I always tell my experiences to the tour groups. If they don’t engage with the stories, I lead by democracy and move on. If people have their own thoughts, you can’t change their mind.
In my country we believe in ghosts. So, I often tell my own ghost story. There were 800 families in my community, and only three had kids who studied; I was one of them, my friend another.
After school he offered to give me a lift on his bike but didn’t show up. I later learnt he’d died. We believe that seven days after death, people wake up. On that day, I rode past the temple where he was cremated.
Suddenly, the trees moved independently of the wind, my hairs stood on end and my bike got so heavy that it felt like it weighed 200kg. I think that it was my friend coming to tell me something – then I felt something jump off my bike, and I pedalled on.