I'm in McLeod Ganj (upper Dharamsala), the little mountain capital of the Tibetan Government in Exile. As the home of the Dalai Lama, it's as much Tibetan as it is a backpacker strip, though the Tibet part keeps it in check. I start teaching English on Monday, so on this little mountain stoop I will be awhile yet.
The stairs by the bus stand in lower Dharamsala:
The gentle struggle of properly affixing balloons to a stationary object, for the cliff below bares its own invitation.
It began a humble story, where the child ran and the donkeys stayed.
From the roof of my guest house:
The top view of the Chorten (prayer wheel pagoda):
The stairs into the valley, filled with school children, snaking water pipes, and abandoned water bottles:
Khora:
Khora is the mountain path that circles the main temple and the Dalai Lama's abode, oriented in a clockwise direction so they are always on your right.
The elderly Tibetans hobble through with their prayer beads in hand, mumbling "om mani padme hum", a ritual they seem to take a lot more seriously thank the cell-phone savvy monks who more often than not seem to be on coffee breaks.
-Tara
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Snaking pipes and stationary donkeys bring Mcleod Gange to Calgary through Tara words.
- by Andrea
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