“The Rinpoches are coming! The Rinpoches are coming!” That’s not what they were saying, but I likened the monks’ excited conversation and incessant runnings around to the American colonists’ excitement when Paul Revere rode through Concord announcing the arrival of…
Over the past two weeks I’ve learned that I need very little to be happy. I have three changes of clothes. I have three pairs of socks. I have ten rubber bands, two pens, and a pretty little notebook to…
I’ve just arrived in Namche – a grueling 6 hour walk from the monastery in Pahding. Besides Lukla, this is about the nearest wifi to the monastery. This country is absolutely beautiful; I wish I could transport everyone here for…
That’s how Jenny first described the monastery to me when we arrived at Pema Choling last week. And I must say, she did not exaggerate. The funniest part is that the randomness of this place actually inspires pretty random thoughts…
Most good travel stories are about discovering the unexpected. The traveler goes abroad with an illusion, the illusion is shattered, but then she learns something new, and after assorted challenges and humiliations, she achieves a satisfying epiphany. Where do we…
The monastery is incredible. I wake up to the sound of the monk chanting in the room above mine and splash my face with water on the way to the kitchen to start the day with a cup of hot…
Several times today I stopped and thought about how this entire experience seems surreal. I had no idea what to expect, but when our plane soared out of the clouds and I saw those first snow-capped peaks my heart jumped…
The Wall Street Journal May 29, 2012 KATMANDU, Nepal—Nepal sank into political turmoil Monday after lawmakers failed to agree on a new constitution, leaving the country with no legal government. The premier called new elections, but critics said he lacked…
I never knew how hard it could be to say goodbye to people you don’t know if you will ever see again. I have spent eight months here working and living with the people of Chandelao, including my dear host…
I’m sitting on the roof – my favorite place in the hostel, especially at sunrise. This is the fourth floor. Its concrete walls are about 3.5 feet tall, and a light pink salmon color – like the rest of the…