Our tent camp with mostly Tibetans and a few westerners. My mom said it sounded like a refugee camp, so Chris and I deemed it the Refuge Camp.
I write from Delhi on this holiday, Friendship Day Sunday 5. August 2012 as I prepare to depart India for a while in two days. These was an unpublished post from late January near the end of the Kalachakra initiation HH Dalai Lama presided over in Bodhgaya, then my brief healing sojourn back in New Delhi before heading south to Karnataka State and my monastery Sera Je. I caught the famous Bodhgaya cough from the fact they burn EVERYTHING 24-7. The worst was the actual coal stolen from empty coal train cars street vendors would use to cook with!
I took a long, indefinite hiatus from maintaining this blog due to internet restraints, and deferred interest once I started taking everything for granted and transitioned from traveler to resident.
Photo 10Chris enjoying a refreshing coffee at Be Happy cafe, a western restaurant owned by a Canadian woman and her Indian husband (who she nagged to no end). They used Italian Lavazza brand espresso which frankly is horridly inferior to South Indian coffee which is by comparison like Sanka instant to Jamaican Blue Mountain.