so arrived at 2.30 in the morning, i spotted my driver with a sign with my name on it amongst the huge crowd.
driving involves cutting in front of people, pushing from behind and a lot of tooting and flashing lights at trucks as push by. and red lights seem to not mean much… cool!
in Mojulatila – a quiet little Tibetan colony, a lot of stalls, monks & nuns and guys just sitting around some with prayer wheels reciting the tibetan prayers
dropped off a 7 kg bag from Pema Lama (in sydney) to his mate who is working at a hostel here.
had tibetan bread and tibetan butter tea (with salt) for brekkie, yum
so feeling at home but is all really surreal and dream like …