It was a long walk up a dusty road to the monastery. On the way I met a 98 year old Tibetan monk who sold me his mala (prayer beads) and as I walked further I met a man who wanted to talk for a while and practice his English. When I finally arrived at Kopan I was chased by a drooling dog who was eager to bite me. I got away and he was trapped by some monks. I went to the gift shop and got a box of incense I use sparingly. I walked around and loved being there. When I walked back to the stupa I thought how lucky I was to see the Tibetans circumventing and praying but couldn't help notice that hundreds of monks were in the video cafe's playing violent war games. Wild dogs and garbage with temples and monks sprinkled the area. One day I walked to the stupa and saw a Hindu festival where food was sold. One woman was selling raw eggs which were placed on a board under the hot sun.
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