Unlike last time when it was raining, this time the skies were clear so we could get some shots in front of the monastery.
Somehow I can’t help but giggle when I see a monk using a cell phone.
Our timing was perfect because just seconds later a marching band of Buddhist Monks came out of the monastery playing drums, giant shells and horns. There was no obvious harmony or melody. Ishor said they were marching down to the lodge we’d just left to meet the chief Lama for the region.
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