Today we hopped our bus and drove five hours into the foothills of the Himalayas – to Dharamsala, and the Dalai Lama Temple.
After a hair-raising trip at times up steep mountain switchbacks, narrowing missing oncoming vehicles hell bent on self destruction and taking someone with them, we finally arrived at our beautiful hotel, then proceeded to quickly head off on foot to His Holiness’s temple.
On the way we met two Tibetan Buddhist nuns – elderly ladies – who stopped and greeted us warmly, each one of us. We were touched by their act of grace.
The Dalai Lama is not in residence at the moment – we think he’s in London – but it made the visit to the temple no less profound.
There were some young monks chanting in the forecourt, and we sat and listened.
It was mesmerising.
On the way out we found gigantic prayer wheel in a small room decorated with handprinted mandalas, hundreds of years old.
Janet and Britta in particular found the whole experience really moving…