Hi,
Met Dalai Lama at the Potala palace, yeah he is in Mc Leodganj these days...sounds like I am boasting eh...actually I am J , I just saw him pass by and I didn�t bother to go meet him...too crowded:D
Was with this girl from Canada and my roomie in the hotel these days, we are sharing the expense of the room but she can�t tolerate me anymore so I guess I will have to move out today. When leaving for the lama�s palace early morning I left my cell at the reception, (they frisk u there and cells, camera blah is not allowed) now am back and there are messages but amazing contentment, am not reading those
Coming back from the palace I took these girls for a walk, along the walls of the palace there is a narrow path with a very nice view of the valley, they have placed a bench at the ebd of the path with a view of the whoooole valley spread like butter on bread, yeah came back to have breakfast
On our way to the famous Italian restaurant I bought freshly baked bread they sell on the streets every morning. Reached the restaurant, liked the view of the snow clad mouintains (it snowed heavily up there, here it rained and lightning flashed like mad over the valley down there) but didn�t like the menu. To the surprise of my friends I walked out of the fancy place with the bread in my hand. Walked in to the pahari chai dhaba with a veery hansome guy selling tea. As I sat genuinely flirting people kept dropping in ...men and women what a fight to get some attention from the guy. The ultimate thing was an offer for free tea...I have already had two with my local bread I bought from the street (they call it French bread) so I just sat there chatting. He showed me snaps on the walls of the stall naked men with tatttos all over the body holding their thing in their hands grinning. A snap with his brother, customers...one with sonu nigam. There were interesting scrap books kept on the table, people from all over the world had left their scraps in the notebook. Very interesting...scraps were in different languages someone had drawn an erect penis with elaborate description and a comment "ï need a woman�s helping now" ;
There were poems, comments experiences strewn in the notebooks, someone had written about the cramps, the thorn, the broken shoe and the muscle pull which happened to his wife on the 2 km trek to a lake J )))) This guy had actually sold one of these notebooks to an Israeli guy for 20k...it was worth it man, by Joe
As the dhaba guy talked about how drunk and how high people are (on drugs, injectibles) I walked out...walk ...run baby run, breathe love ... stretch