A couple months ago, when it was still “cold,” we visited a temple that we’d been hearing of for a while, Wat Ban Donnad (Wat Ban Don Nad?). At the end of a long, broken dirt road that runs through several villages, we ended up here: You can see our destination out on the island: We honked our horn, and a young monk on a small outboard came putt-putting out. Max saw the boat and it was on. Max was wearing his inflatable life jacket all day in anticipation of riding on a boat. The monk was shy, so I spared him the embarrassment of  a face shot. There’s no…