My place of residence

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Nimgyong Monastary where I've been staying for the past week is a delightful little place.

I can be woken any morning at 4am by the most awesome and beligerent sound of an angry monk banging a gong on the top balcony, or just one of the younger tibetan boys blasting staticy radio outside my room. The shared bathroom which smells as good as any sewer back at home leaves one pleasent feeling after sitting in the squat position for 15 minutes in attempts to coax oneself to excrete. The simply run monastery cafe whose cook/owner is always sleeping luckily has a secondary monk who loves to cook but hasn't learned how, which can leave you smiling as you drink your chai which for some reason has random spices such as mint inside. The myriad of monks who will come up to you and start talking in gibberish thinking it is English and will not stop until you shake their hand lightly in move in an indiscreet direction also known as your room is very much fun.

I digress though, it is a lovely homely almost shanty like location a bit outside of town where I can sit with my feet propped up on my balcony reading Thoreau(he inspired this bit) and feel the rains coarse down my toes making sure I will never find a dry moment in my life. While the oversized spiders hiding here and there so far haven't bothered me thanks to an Alaskan roommate who only leaves the inch long legs of them upon my bed, I am learning quite a bit about other insects, though it may be the other way around. Still, there are a numerous amount of striking individuals there such as the cute tibetan girl who lets me borrow her english dictionary on occasions, or the long haired monk who says either good morning, evening, or afternoon depending on his mood and not the actual time of day. Good afternight indeed. Or the old landlady who speaks no English but will nod her head nontheless even if I expound to her about a coming meteor shower for minutes.

I do admit that if I stay to long there, I may just get stuck there in this small quiet cheap world of monkdom and some monkies. I have just yet to shave me head.

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Photos

Hallway
where we be living

My Room
Corey[the alaskan one] sleeping. I didn't get a photo of the spider leftovers though.

Elderly Tibetan Couple
they forced me to their salt tea almost...

A monk's room
he be studying the engrish languae

the whole place
and nothing but the place

on top
decent view.

Comments

[Ema]

Looks just like your room at home. But the view looks spectacular. I would rather you become a monkey before you choose monkdom. that at least would be new to the family.

[Xander]

Not much.
I don't have much to say, except that us peoples here at the Moschak Hotel have been keeping up-to-date with your travels and enjoying doing so! That bathroom looks a lot cleaner than the one we have here, though we don't have to squat, unless 'we' is a female with a phobia of anything with growths and flies. Hope to read from you soon. Pleasant travels!

[Honinbou]

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Yeah well...I always read your BLOG(photo one). BET you didn't know that! And I try and comment but it won't let me do it anonymously =(

[Gregorys Mom]

cool stuff
pls keep writing about your adventure I think it'd . cool