I’m sipping Everest beer out of a Tuborg glass in Hello Café. The room is painted red, the cushions are red, our cheeks are red and our clothes are soaked from the surprise rainstorm we were caught in. Laughing our asses off, we were the only ones left running around the stupa trying to find somewhere warm and dry while everyone else had found a spot in the overhanging balconies around the stupa. We saw a café we usually go to and ran toward it, but the alleyway was too crowded so we spun back, sprinting and gasping for air. We ran by a man carrying an umbrella and he burst into laughter, holding his umbrella high so we could pass under. When we made it to Hello Café an older woman standing in the doorway nodded at us, smiling widely.
Earlier today a few of us students stayed late at Yantra House to learn from a local Tibetan traditional dancer. We spent more than an hour and a half trying to follow his steps and absolutely failing, unable to breathe from laughing. It’s so easy, it’s so easy, he kept telling us as we stumbled and stomped. At first, he showed us a simple step for which we linked arms, dancing together to the music of a Tibetan stringed instrument. Then he added words and it became much harder… After long minutes of singing the Tibetan song (which we didn’t know but he tried to teach us) it became apparent we didn’t’ have any idea what we were doing so he sat us down and taught us the song, slowly. We gathered around him with our pens and notebooks, scratching down the sounded-out Tibetan.
Anna and I have fallen in love with a tiny puppy. We keep running into her, laying at the smoothie café Bliss or under a cardboard set-up. She doesn’t eat food we offer her but she pads up to our chairs, slowly, her legs giving up every other step, until we reach down and pick her up, letting her rest in our laps. I can’t explain the feeling of being unable to do anything, but I’m sure you, reader, can imagine. Seeing a being in pain, sick, and being unable to truly change anything.
This has been the last day of class before we leave to India on Sunday. Our eventual destination is Ladakh, a mountain village of mostly Tibetan refugees, then Dharamsala, where the Tibetan exile government lies. Thus I will probably not be able to post much for the next month but I will try!