Yesterday we went to this temple on a hill that was recently given to Mongyur Rinpoche, a young Lama who spoke very good English.
It was us a all Newari's, Nepal's Buddhist ethnic group.
He gave two blessings and people were very pushy in line.
I keep on craving chicken but I'm afraid to order it lest these Buddhists judge me (they would--and the western ones, not Tibetans)
I'm supposed to be on a bus bound for outside the valley to see the consecration of a new monastery, but it is delayed due to a strike. There are strikes all the time here. (The new Maoist government is only partially to blame).
2 comments:
So excited to find this! Glad to hear you are well and sorry about the lack of chicken. Can't wait to read more!
hello harry i love and miss you! your entries are really pleasant to read, and interesting too. whatta writer, this one.
ok bye. also i'm going to nz in a mOnTh. i wished you were at thanksgiving. the word verification is "slesseli". that is all.
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