Having an attraction to the Tibetan culture I decided Nepal would be a place to visit. Since the Chinese invasion of Tibet in the 1950's Tibetan culture has been diluted with Chinese influence and many Tibetans have fled to Nepal. I don't want to witness Tibet today. I have to accept the fact that the old Tibet is gone and I missed the opportunity of seeing it in its true form by not going thirty years ago.
My great friend, Tempa Lama, asked me to build a school in his home village in Humla, Nepal. I located a U.S. foundation that builds libraries in Nepal, so I made a goal of building a library in a village close to Tempa's village in Simikot. For me, travel without a purpose is as dull as dust. I don't shop and in developing countries it is difficult to find a clean restaurant, by western standards, to use eating as a pass time. I like to spend my time living in or around Tibetan Monasteries and teaching English slang is a favorite course I teach. Last spring I taught "Dude" slang expressions to monks in Sikkim, ranging in age from 7-29. The classroom was small and so full the monks were squeezed together on the floor.
I checked online for weeks in search of the best priced round-trip ticket to Kathmandu. I found shopping online for the best deals a way to see the practices and patterns of Orbitz and other online ticket distributors. In the end I was assigned seating and dates and flights I had not agreed to with my airline purchase but there was nothing I could do to change the new circumstances. Saving money on flights almost never pays off. I took a trip from Bangkok, Thailand to Kathmandu, Nepalvia Bangladesh and was told by a passenger that I indeed had a cockroach crawling up my leg. I had a bad room experience and there was nothing I could do about it in Bangladesh because I am woman with blonde hair traveling alone. The hotel clerk walked into my room all night long asking for a tip or using any excuse he could to enter.
I stayed in Boudhanath, the Tibetan area of Kathmandu, at a monastery. The day I arrived an eleven day puja (a spiritual cleansing) had begun. At 4 a.m. the 16' horns, 6' drums and 150 chanting Tibetan monks began their prayers and continuing until 10p.m. I loved it. A moment I hold dear. From time to time I would go into the Temple where I would be treated in a lovely manner by the little monks who would hand me a bag of candy and fruit. I originally thought I would put to use the 25 years of meditation practice but the little monks were far to active for me to not want to keep my eyes on them. The nature of a Tibetan Buddhist Temple is colorful and busy and so are the young monks.
I formed a committee of Tibetans who were from Humla but lived in the city now for the library we wanted to get built. READNepal offices are in Kathmandu so we met there on several occasions learning more on the criteria, guidelines and requirements set by READNepal. After more than two months I decided it was time to leave Nepal as it was quite obvious the process for getting a library built takes time. I went into town to look for the airline office to pick up my ticket back to Bangkok. The taxi driver could only get me near the area the office was in. He couldn't find it. I got out to walk the rest of the way...to see if I could find my way. I asked for help on several occasions and within the hour I thought I had received some good directions from kind people in a shop. I walked out of their door and turned left, I walked two blocks and crossed at the light to the right and walked one more block and then I was turning the corner watching the ground for any animal poop when I saw a pair of brand new black shoes. Not many people in Kathmandu have brand new black shoes. As my eyes pulled up from the shoes to the sharp black pants I drew my eyes up further to see a black belt and then a black shirt...bright black shirt then up some more I notice the persons hands are covered with black gloves. It was a warm day I thought as I saw the neck of this person was also covered in a black fabric when I looked up to see a face I was stunned to see that the face was covered in a Ninja mask. As I tried to look into the mask a fist came shooting out of nowhere, well from his body and struck me in the temple. I went falling against a brick wall and the man who punched me kept walking, as though nothing had happened. He walked away not looking back, which goes against human instinct. There was no skin to be seen on this person...he was completely covered. His punch was powerful. A man stopped briefly to ask me if I knew the man who hit me. I answered "no" and he said "Oh" and walked on. I stopped at The Travel Police to report the incident and the cop laughed. I had a bruise on my face and he thought this was quite funny.
The first day I was in Kathmandu I saw 4 Maoist's beating and kicking a twelve year old Tibetan Monk and then I watched them pull him upstairs, face first. He was screaming as his face bounced off the marble stairs. One of the Maoist's was a woman who kicked this little boy in the kidneys. I wondered how the loving mother had been removed from her. Maoist's scare me.
Menri Monastery in North India
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Photos: Chelsea Abrose, Bill Megalos, Jonathan Kramer, Mary Ellen McCourt, and other Menri visitors. | |||||||














1 comment:
Another great piece...scary though....
Did you ever know my friend Rick Kokenes who cleaned up the Dalai Lama's town in 1998? He was murdered in the southernmost town of India that year while on R&R after the cleanup. He was my dearest friend. And came there from Santa Fe...he traveled the world for many years.
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