But to Delhi to get there is not such a simple thing ...
We find the queue at the station to the window, so advise us in order Ola just buy the tickets during the ride from the bus attendant. Well the fact, why not.
so and go sit down. The bus stops in each village, and soon another is getting crowded disputes. Comes usher. We say that we want to Dehli, and he somehow begins to shake his head suspiciously ... Someone broken English explains to us that ... the bus is full, buy the tickets already and we can not get off in the nearest town. He he, Well, sometimes anyway ...
Suddenly the crowd of people standing leaning head monk and says something to us ... The more translators we learn that the monk is just two tickets to Delhi, but for some reason can not go there and just got off. Of course, tickets repurchase redundant - the fate of us to encourage:)
falls asleep. When I wake up, we stand on the roadside. Hello people sitting, part comes out, part of the spins back and forth restlessly. Trying to figure out what was going on, but if I suddenly became invisible ... In the end someone says to me, the bus broke down and we have to change. AWEU wake and his half ide still sleepy after backpacks on the roof.
Then the roof watching as a new bus pulls up, people run into the inside and the bus drive away. Completely even though I still dreamed ...
When going down, turns out he has been on the ice in about 10 people. So we sit on the sidelines and stop the next bus. What if who art goes to Delhi, it has free space and belongs to the same company as the previous one (no one wants to pay a second time for the tickets). Only that is the middle of the night and these buses is not too much:)
But nothing is. Always we can still sleep in the tent, and in the morning to go hitchhiking:)
suitable bus stops in the end after about 2 hours. Morning we are in Delhi.
before us an important mission - to get a visa to Iran and Pakistan. And get the Pakistani visa in India is apparently not such a piece of cake:)
But to Delhi to get there is not such a simple thing ...
We find the queue at the station to the window, so advise us in order Ola just buy the tickets during the ride from the bus attendant. Well the fact, why not.
so and go sit down. The bus stops in each village, and soon another is getting crowded disputes. Comes usher. We say that we want to Dehli, and he somehow begins to shake his head suspiciously ... Someone broken English explains to us that ... the bus is full, buy the tickets already and we can not get off in the nearest town. He he, Well, sometimes anyway ...
Suddenly the crowd of people standing leaning head monk and says something to us ... The more translators we learn that the monk is just two tickets to Delhi, but for some reason can not go there and just got off. Of course, tickets repurchase redundant - the fate of us to encourage:)
falls asleep. When I wake up, we stand on the roadside. Hello people sitting, part comes out, part of the spins back and forth restlessly. Trying to figure out what was going on, but if I suddenly became invisible ... In the end someone says to me, the bus broke down and we have to change. AWEU wake and his half ide still sleepy after backpacks on the roof.
Then the roof watching as a new bus pulls up, people run into the inside and the bus drive away. Completely even though I still dreamed ...
When going down, turns out he has been on the ice in about 10 people. So we sit on the sidelines and stop the next bus. What if who art goes to Delhi, it has free space and belongs to the same company as the previous one (no one wants to pay a second time for the tickets). Only that is the middle of the night and these buses is not too much:)
But nothing is. Always we can still sleep in the tent, and in the morning to go hitchhiking:)
suitable bus stops in the end after about 2 hours. Morning we are in Delhi.
before us an important mission - to get a visa to Iran and Pakistan. And get the Pakistani visa in India is apparently not such a piece of cake:)
But to Delhi to get there is not such a simple thing ...
We find the queue at the station to the window, so advise us in order Ola just buy the tickets during the ride from the bus attendant. Well the fact, why not.
so and go sit down. The bus stops in each village, and soon another is getting crowded disputes. Comes usher. We say that we want to Dehli, and he somehow begins to shake his head suspiciously ... Someone broken English explains to us that ... the bus is full, buy the tickets already and we can not get off in the nearest town. He he, Well, sometimes anyway ...
Suddenly the crowd of people standing leaning head monk and says something to us ... The more translators we learn that the monk is just two tickets to Delhi, but for some reason can not go there and just got off. Of course, tickets repurchase redundant - the fate of us to encourage:)
falls asleep. When I wake up, we stand on the roadside. Hello people sitting, part comes out, part of the spins back and forth restlessly. Trying to figure out what was going on, but if I suddenly became invisible ... In the end someone says to me, the bus broke down and we have to change. AWEU wake and his half ide still sleepy after backpacks on the roof.
Then the roof watching as a new bus pulls up, people run into the inside and the bus drive away. Completely even though I still dreamed ...
When going down, turns out he has been on the ice in about 10 people. So we sit on the sidelines and stop the next bus. What if who art goes to Delhi, it has free space and belongs to the same company as the previous one (no one wants to pay a second time for the tickets). Only that is the middle of the night and these buses is not too much:)
But nothing is. Always we can still sleep in the tent, and in the morning to go hitchhiking:)
suitable bus stops in the end after about 2 hours. Morning we are in Delhi.
before us an important mission - to get a visa to Iran and Pakistan. And get the Pakistani visa in India is apparently not such a piece of cake:)
But to Delhi to get there is not such a simple thing ...
We find the queue at the station to the window, so advise us in order Ola just buy the tickets during the ride from the bus attendant. Well the fact, why not.
so and go sit down. The bus stops in each village, and soon another is getting crowded disputes. Comes usher. We say that we want to Dehli, and he somehow begins to shake his head suspiciously ... Someone broken English explains to us that ... the bus is full, buy the tickets already and we can not get off in the nearest town. He he, Well, sometimes anyway ...
Suddenly the crowd of people standing leaning head monk and says something to us ... The more translators we learn that the monk is just two tickets to Delhi, but for some reason can not go there and just got off. Of course, tickets repurchase redundant - the fate of us to encourage:)
falls asleep. When I wake up, we stand on the roadside. Hello people sitting, part comes out, part of the spins back and forth restlessly. Trying to figure out what was going on, but if I suddenly became invisible ... In the end someone says to me, the bus broke down and we have to change. AWEU wake and his half ide still sleepy after backpacks on the roof.
Then the roof watching as a new bus pulls up, people run into the inside and the bus drive away. Completely even though I still dreamed ...
When going down, turns out he has been on the ice in about 10 people. So we sit on the sidelines and stop the next bus. What if who art goes to Delhi, it has free space and belongs to the same company as the previous one (no one wants to pay a second time for the tickets). Only that is the middle of the night and these buses is not too much:)
But nothing is. Always we can still sleep in the tent, and in the morning to go hitchhiking:)
suitable bus stops in the end after about 2 hours. Morning we are in Delhi.
before us an important mission - to get a visa to Iran and Pakistan. And get the Pakistani visa in India is apparently not such a piece of cake:)
But to Delhi to get there is not such a simple thing ...
We find the queue at the station to the window, so advise us in order Ola just buy the tickets during the ride from the bus attendant. Well the fact, why not.
so and go sit down. The bus stops in each village, and soon another is getting crowded disputes. Comes usher. We say that we want to Dehli, and he somehow begins to shake his head suspiciously ... Someone broken English explains to us that ... the bus is full, buy the tickets already and we can not get off in the nearest town. He he, Well, sometimes anyway ...
Suddenly the crowd of people standing leaning head monk and says something to us ... The more translators we learn that the monk is just two tickets to Delhi, but for some reason can not go there and just got off. Of course, tickets repurchase redundant - the fate of us to encourage:)
falls asleep. When I wake up, we stand on the roadside. Hello people sitting, part comes out, part of the spins back and forth restlessly. Trying to figure out what was going on, but if I suddenly became invisible ... In the end someone says to me, the bus broke down and we have to change. AWEU wake and his half ide still sleepy after backpacks on the roof.
Then the roof watching as a new bus pulls up, people run into the inside and the bus drive away. Completely even though I still dreamed ...
When going down, turns out he has been on the ice in about 10 people. So we sit on the sidelines and stop the next bus. What if who art goes to Delhi, it has free space and belongs to the same company as the previous one (no one wants to pay a second time for the tickets). Only that is the middle of the night and these buses is not too much:)
But nothing is. Always we can still sleep in the tent, and in the morning to go hitchhiking:)
suitable bus stops in the end after about 2 hours. Morning we are in Delhi.
before us an important mission - to get a visa to Iran and Pakistan. And get the Pakistani visa in India is apparently not such a piece of cake:)
But to Delhi to get there is not such a simple thing ...
We find the queue at the station to the window, so advise us in order Ola just buy the tickets during the ride from the bus attendant. Well the fact, why not.
so and go sit down. The bus stops in each village, and soon another is getting crowded disputes. Comes usher. We say that we want to Dehli, and he somehow begins to shake his head suspiciously ... Someone broken English explains to us that ... the bus is full, buy the tickets already and we can not get off in the nearest town. He he, Well, sometimes anyway ...
Suddenly the crowd of people standing leaning head monk and says something to us ... The more translators we learn that the monk is just two tickets to Delhi, but for some reason can not go there and just got off. Of course, tickets repurchase redundant - the fate of us to encourage:)
falls asleep. When I wake up, we stand on the roadside. Hello people sitting, part comes out, part of the spins back and forth restlessly. Trying to figure out what was going on, but if I suddenly became invisible ... In the end someone says to me, the bus broke down and we have to change. AWEU wake and his half ide still sleepy after backpacks on the roof.
Then the roof watching as a new bus pulls up, people run into the inside and the bus drive away. Completely even though I still dreamed ...
When going down, turns out he has been on the ice in about 10 people. So we sit on the sidelines and stop the next bus. What if who art goes to Delhi, it has free space and belongs to the same company as the previous one (no one wants to pay a second time for the tickets). Only that is the middle of the night and these buses is not too much:)
But nothing is. Always we can still sleep in the tent, and in the morning to go hitchhiking:)
suitable bus stops in the end after about 2 hours. Morning we are in Delhi.
before us an important mission - to get a visa to Iran and Pakistan. And get the Pakistani visa in India is apparently not such a piece of cake:)
In Daramsali spend the week. We live in Oli (friend's friend Zuza) and Kenjego, her fiance. Susan greets him Tibetan "Tashi Delek", but no response ... "Oh, this is my accent ..." But this is not the wine accent. Kenji simply is Japanese:)
Zuza spoken to Oli a few days ago, and Ola straight away without any resistance refused to accept strangers into their thresholds. Thanks:)
Daramsala is a small town inhabited by Indians. About 20 minutes walk uphill in the buildings there are Tibetan parliament and government in exile. A little strange looking at the Ministry of Internal Affairs nonexistent country ... The Parliament turns into narrow sciezynke, coming up the stream, passing the wells, where the Hindu doing laundry, crosses a small lake, and there already is a house, in which rents a small room Ola.
And if you go further uphill, after about 40 minutes you can get to places around the world which is called Daramsala, a Tibetan settlement with the office of the Dalai Lama (and the local name is McLeod Ganji - seems, with the names of its British founder). The settlement consists of roughly four streets and most of all resembles ordinary mountain resort area. If I had earlier in August expecting anything after this point, it is certainly not the fact that everything looks so modest ...
* looks like our day every day?
Needless to start from a striking regularity - as it happens, that when you meet at the Poles, immediately you will notice also vodka? In India, just vodka is a rare commodity, but it is whiskey. It costs $ 1 per 0.5 l. Price surprises, but only until you read the August composition ... Alcohol, water and flavors:) By the way indented "our" sausage and herring Oli (come unto her recently paczcie Christmas - a little late August post ...) - a real treat.
Incidentally, this is our last meal butchers so far. Meat at all I was missing and I am with this really well (as Susan). Less good is my strap, because the when you type those words on the blog, I had it already bore a 4 new holes - but it is quite another story.
Sometimes I wake up in the morning, collect the body from the floor, go out to the balcony, inhale the crisp air of me rises up snowy mountain, above me walking around Indian farmers, for me bustle about the Japanese farmer (because Kenji watermelons grown in Japan:) after breakfast I go to do laundry by the river ... This idyll, with a hard to believe that this is all really (even if in the end I am doing laundry in a bucket in the toilet;).
What else?
complain about the crowds of American tourists, pub-up and down, we visit the pub, the sacred lake and famous lectures Tibetans (most famous The Dalai Lama is, of course;)
The Japanese restaurant with a panoramic view. The restaurant is a non-profit and all profits goes to pious purposes. If we Daramsali is zajdzcie.
And here the sacred lake. How you can not to go to the Ganges, you can swim here.
Funny how you can variously show the same thing. Over the holy lake by Zuza.
and sacred lake by Michelangelo.
Lecture personal biographer of the Dalai Lama. Very interesting character, but the lecture horribly boring and sterile. Almost fall asleep. But half of the room listens with an open mouth - wszkakze a biographer of the Dalai Lama! ;)
* What else? For example, participate in prayers at the Buddhist Temple.
Most of the time I spend on sightings of monks (and white - but more on that later). At first it appears a dense, reddish-yellow mass, immersed in meditation. But when you look longer, personalities emerge - and that someone in zarowiastych socks, and that someone in the gigantic sunglasses straight from the 70s (of course, on his head, and not on the eyes), someone scratching at the armpit, someone scratching the back neighbor, the neighbor stubbornly someone drilled a finger between the ribs ... And outside the temple monks can sometimes meet in Internet cafes - with enthusiasm to practice the Buddhism shooting each other in computer games:) In short, the monks are not bad zgrywusy!
There are here in Daramsali really a lot, which of course is not surprising. They give the city its unique color uliczkom:
* the monks Another important element of the landscape are Wypasancy (from the Sanskrit "vipasana," or meditation).
to Daramsali (and in general to India, but here is their extremely high density) comes a lot of whites in search of enlightenment, the meaning of life, etc. Part of these approaches to the matter seriously and mature. But many, it seems that if you get dressed in oriental clothes and sitting cross-legged self enlightenment comes.
Also we see every woman in festive costumes Tibetan who looks almost as grotesque, as if they came to Krakow in August przebraly Krakowiak outfit and flew under the armpit of the Hobby Horse (also funny is, if you do not know what to do with kadakiem or bear it like a scarf .) There are also people who are waiting in the pub for food, siedaja-legged, eyes float to the ceiling and "meditation" ("look what I am spiritual, and you do not, ommmm"). Or a picture of the Temple: Monks are relaxed, hunches August, scratches, whispers to himself, and whites - perfect lotus flower back as a string, shut your eyes and gentle smile Seer light in the tunnel ...
How you can easily guess, are for us an inexhaustible source of jokes Wypasancy:)
Because spirituality is no ability to meditate anywhere at any time, but peace of mind, which allows you to see things as they are, and to a spontaneous demonstration of good heart another ... (Do not write, I talk with Amelia: D)
Well, but this is easier:
and courses of this type: : D
I also had a picture of ashram "for Wypasancow, but something with him in August happened. Ashram is a Hindi hermitage, where you can devote themselves in peace meditation. So, to earn the Daramsali, just build bude sheet (not necessarily in the desert) and write with this ashram. Wypasancy will pay for it from there, they can sit and meditate for a month, feeding on water and salad:)
* Sundays comes to His Holiness Daramslali (Tibetans do not say "the Dalai Lama," but always "His Holiness"). In the morning is to chair the prayers in the temple.
Susan gets up before dawn to stand in line. I do not want to get up so early. When I come to the Temple, Zuza do not see anywhere else, but the queue has at most 20 people:) It turns out that I can not enter, but my camera no longer ... And I can not leave it on deposit, as their previous day, because when the Dalai Lama arrives deposit eliminates ... So go out look for a pub, in order to leave a bag, but still all closed.
then learns that Susan also could not find anything open, so I left the camera in a pile of old leaves. It's called desperation:) I really that desperate, I'm not. Quite the opposite. Takes on the street and think how much I do not want to participate in this whole crowd. Dalai Lame already seen it (though I am not just looking at filming ...), and even I do not think that it was for me mantrowanie bardziejsze than anyone's something else ...
So I decide to meditate, but in his own way. Buys eight banana for breakfast, a cake in a bag packed for lunch and setting off to conquer the mountain that reigns over Daramsala.
trip would be fantastic if it was not a hitch. For Gore entered 4-4.5 h and 6h gone down ... Again, the knee. Barely doczlapalem home. No more mountains until some doctor does not make it okay ... :)
* Tuesday, March 10, marks the 50th anniversary of the uprising. The one-day hunger strike, lectures, posters, evening march with candles ... And a large demonstration, which collects most of the Tibetans living in oklicy. Us too. Kidnapped by the wind of history ... Bursting with enthusiasm and with me:) But Susan she felt like a fish in water - they flew with the Polish and the Tibetan flag sticking out of the bag and everything immortalized for posterity.
People are divided into groups each with its own "zagrzewacza" that cries out your own password. "China, china, china, out out out", "No more killing in Tibet", "Release Panchen Lama" (This is one of the highest lamas, who was imprisoned by the Chinese people as a small child, after discovering him as a reincarnation of the Panchen Lama's previous . probably already dead.) Yes, screaming in English, not Tibetan ... Dr. Zagrzewacze August outright hysterical, indestructible throat. The put a password every so many forces, though it would fly ... Well, where will it should fly?
But if someone in the world interested in the demonstration? If someone sees me on TV? I doubt. But surely it is important for the sake of Tibetans. Spectator, as many of them is that together, united around a common purpose, constitute some sort of power there. Well, they can give vent to his impotent rage ...
manifestation itself can and no one is interested, but it has a fantastic marketing Tibet. If you ask someone in the west of the enslaved nations, most often replace the Palestinians and the Tibetans. The Dalai Lama, a few famous films, and Richard Gere doing his (Richard speaks about Tibet, whenever he can, and when he arrives to Daramsali, apparently usually przedtsawiac "Maybe you know me from television, you know, starred in several films ...":).
If one thinks Buddhism - thought to be the Dalai Lama. If the thought of the Himalayas and untouched - thought to be Tibet. And Tibetans are the ones who fight valiantly only by peaceful means, they are very spiritual, wise in life and should take example from them ...
And of course these are normal people with flesh and blood. For example, once harassed AWEU two drunk on a motorcycle (later in August to overturn the motorcycle, so I Zu has at least the end of the Kupe laughter). Ola also has a few such experiences, including how that one "in love" bit her in the nose, and another scratched on the back. We hear stories about frequent fights, also on the knives. Most of them have a very superficial idea of \u200b\u200bBuddhism, which boils down to knowledge of a few rituals. Everyone loves the Dalai Lame, but most often as someone in the kind of idol or deity - who is interested in little deeper, what really has to say. And, especially in the Tibetan province, no one is interested in politics. Everyone thinks only about its own plot. So still takes what Tibet has lost tens of years ago - total isolation and lack of knowledge of the outside world (the Dalai Lama in one of the books he writes that in the 50s in the whole Tibet, there were six foreigners ....)
But it all changed two things. After
First, all Tibetans, whom I personally met, it lovely people, full of inner peace and deckhatch inexhaustible sense of humor:)
Secondly - their situation as a nation is really just evil. But maybe I will not write about how they have been persecuted for every manifestation tybetanskosci as a result of mass resettlement have become a minority in their own country, as Chiczycy destroy everything from monasteries, the environment, completing ... Sometimes words speak more than images. Below are the coolest movie I found on YouTube. I recommend, however, bury yourself:)
* Ola (before she started Lounge around like now:) taught English at two local schools for the refugees. Some of these schools we tell and the last day we visit one of them. The school is very intimate, lived here and learns about 20 people. And is situated in such a picturesque place, with hardly a more picturesque.
Well, what can I say - decides to stay here.
appointment with the manager, to begin work on April 1.
Apparently those learning English or other Tibetans was just our destiny;)
* Daramsala such an extension is a bit of Nepal - the mountains, cold nights, peace and skosnookie faces all around:) And now we have three weeks to experience more Indian India.
Bieze a last hot shower (when you type those words is the end of April and continues to be our last hot shower:) and head for Delhi.
In Daramsali spend the week. We live in Oli (friend's friend Zuza) and Kenjego, her fiance. Susan greets him Tibetan "Tashi Delek", but no response ... "Oh, this is my accent ..." But this is not the wine accent. Kenji simply is Japanese:)
Zuza spoken to Oli a few days ago, and Ola straight away without any resistance refused to accept strangers into their thresholds. Thanks:)
Daramsala is a small town inhabited by Indians. About 20 minutes walk uphill in the buildings there are Tibetan parliament and government in exile. A little strange looking at the Ministry of Internal Affairs nonexistent country ... The Parliament turns into narrow sciezynke, coming up the stream, passing the wells, where the Hindu doing laundry, crosses a small lake, and there already is a house, in which rents a small room Ola.
And if you go further uphill, after about 40 minutes you can get to places around the world which is called Daramsala, a Tibetan settlement with the office of the Dalai Lama (and the local name is McLeod Ganji - seems, with the names of its British founder). The settlement consists of roughly four streets and most of all resembles ordinary mountain resort area. If I had earlier in August expecting anything after this point, it is certainly not the fact that everything looks so modest ...
* looks like our day every day?
Needless to start from a striking regularity - as it happens, that when you meet at the Poles, immediately you will notice also vodka? In India, just vodka is a rare commodity, but it is whiskey. It costs $ 1 per 0.5 l. Price surprises, but only until you read the August composition ... Alcohol, water and flavors:) By the way indented "our" sausage and herring Oli (come unto her recently paczcie Christmas - a little late August post ...) - a real treat.
Incidentally, this is our last meal butchers so far. Meat at all I was missing and I am with this really well (as Susan). Less good is my strap, because the when you type those words on the blog, I had it already bore a 4 new holes - but it is quite another story.
Sometimes I wake up in the morning, collect the body from the floor, go out to the balcony, inhale the crisp air of me rises up snowy mountain, above me walking around Indian farmers, for me bustle about the Japanese farmer (because Kenji watermelons grown in Japan:) after breakfast I go to do laundry by the river ... This idyll, with a hard to believe that this is all really (even if in the end I am doing laundry in a bucket in the toilet;).
What else?
complain about the crowds of American tourists, pub-up and down, we visit the pub, the sacred lake and famous lectures Tibetans (most famous The Dalai Lama is, of course;)
The Japanese restaurant with a panoramic view. The restaurant is a non-profit and all profits goes to pious purposes. If we Daramsali is zajdzcie.
And here the sacred lake. How you can not to go to the Ganges, you can swim here.
Funny how you can variously show the same thing. Over the holy lake by Zuza.
and sacred lake by Michelangelo.
Lecture personal biographer of the Dalai Lama. Very interesting character, but the lecture horribly boring and sterile. Almost fall asleep. But half of the room listens with an open mouth - wszkakze a biographer of the Dalai Lama! ;)
* What else? For example, participate in prayers at the Buddhist Temple.
Most of the time I spend on sightings of monks (and white - but more on that later). At first it appears a dense, reddish-yellow mass, immersed in meditation. But when you look longer, personalities emerge - and that someone in zarowiastych socks, and that someone in the gigantic sunglasses straight from the 70s (of course, on his head, and not on the eyes), someone scratching at the armpit, someone scratching the back neighbor, the neighbor stubbornly someone drilled a finger between the ribs ... And outside the temple monks can sometimes meet in Internet cafes - with enthusiasm to practice the Buddhism shooting each other in computer games:) In short, the monks are not bad zgrywusy!
There are here in Daramsali really a lot, which of course is not surprising. They give the city its unique color uliczkom:
* the monks Another important element of the landscape are Wypasancy (from the Sanskrit "vipasana," or meditation).
to Daramsali (and in general to India, but here is their extremely high density) comes a lot of whites in search of enlightenment, the meaning of life, etc. Part of these approaches to the matter seriously and mature. But many, it seems that if you get dressed in oriental clothes and sitting cross-legged self enlightenment comes.
Also we see every woman in festive costumes Tibetan who looks almost as grotesque, as if they came to Krakow in August przebraly Krakowiak outfit and flew under the armpit of the Hobby Horse (also funny is, if you do not know what to do with kadakiem or bear it like a scarf .) There are also people who are waiting in the pub for food, siedaja-legged, eyes float to the ceiling and "meditation" ("look what I am spiritual, and you do not, ommmm"). Or a picture of the Temple: Monks are relaxed, hunches August, scratches, whispers to himself, and whites - perfect lotus flower back as a string, shut your eyes and gentle smile Seer light in the tunnel ...
How you can easily guess, are for us an inexhaustible source of jokes Wypasancy:)
Because spirituality is no ability to meditate anywhere at any time, but peace of mind, which allows you to see things as they are, and to a spontaneous demonstration of good heart another ... (Do not write, I talk with Amelia: D)
Well, but this is easier:
and courses of this type: : D
I also had a picture of ashram "for Wypasancow, but something with him in August happened. Ashram is a Hindi hermitage, where you can devote themselves in peace meditation. So, to earn the Daramsali, just build bude sheet (not necessarily in the desert) and write with this ashram. Wypasancy will pay for it from there, they can sit and meditate for a month, feeding on water and salad:)
* Sundays comes to His Holiness Daramslali (Tibetans do not say "the Dalai Lama," but always "His Holiness"). In the morning is to chair the prayers in the temple.
Susan gets up before dawn to stand in line. I do not want to get up so early. When I come to the Temple, Zuza do not see anywhere else, but the queue has at most 20 people:) It turns out that I can not enter, but my camera no longer ... And I can not leave it on deposit, as their previous day, because when the Dalai Lama arrives deposit eliminates ... So go out look for a pub, in order to leave a bag, but still all closed.
then learns that Susan also could not find anything open, so I left the camera in a pile of old leaves. It's called desperation:) I really that desperate, I'm not. Quite the opposite. Takes on the street and think how much I do not want to participate in this whole crowd. Dalai Lame already seen it (though I am not just looking at filming ...), and even I do not think that it was for me mantrowanie bardziejsze than anyone's something else ...
So I decide to meditate, but in his own way. Buys eight banana for breakfast, a cake in a bag packed for lunch and setting off to conquer the mountain that reigns over Daramsala.
trip would be fantastic if it was not a hitch. For Gore entered 4-4.5 h and 6h gone down ... Again, the knee. Barely doczlapalem home. No more mountains until some doctor does not make it okay ... :)
* Tuesday, March 10, marks the 50th anniversary of the uprising. The one-day hunger strike, lectures, posters, evening march with candles ... And a large demonstration, which collects most of the Tibetans living in oklicy. Us too. Kidnapped by the wind of history ... Bursting with enthusiasm and with me:) But Susan she felt like a fish in water - they flew with the Polish and the Tibetan flag sticking out of the bag and everything immortalized for posterity.
People are divided into groups each with its own "zagrzewacza" that cries out your own password. "China, china, china, out out out", "No more killing in Tibet", "Release Panchen Lama" (This is one of the highest lamas, who was imprisoned by the Chinese people as a small child, after discovering him as a reincarnation of the Panchen Lama's previous . probably already dead.) Yes, screaming in English, not Tibetan ... Dr. Zagrzewacze August outright hysterical, indestructible throat. The put a password every so many forces, though it would fly ... Well, where will it should fly?
But if someone in the world interested in the demonstration? If someone sees me on TV? I doubt. But surely it is important for the sake of Tibetans. Spectator, as many of them is that together, united around a common purpose, constitute some sort of power there. Well, they can give vent to his impotent rage ...
manifestation itself can and no one is interested, but it has a fantastic marketing Tibet. If you ask someone in the west of the enslaved nations, most often replace the Palestinians and the Tibetans. The Dalai Lama, a few famous films, and Richard Gere doing his (Richard speaks about Tibet, whenever he can, and when he arrives to Daramsali, apparently usually przedtsawiac "Maybe you know me from television, you know, starred in several films ...":).
If one thinks Buddhism - thought to be the Dalai Lama. If the thought of the Himalayas and untouched - thought to be Tibet. And Tibetans are the ones who fight valiantly only by peaceful means, they are very spiritual, wise in life and should take example from them ...
And of course these are normal people with flesh and blood. For example, once harassed AWEU two drunk on a motorcycle (later in August to overturn the motorcycle, so I Zu has at least the end of the Kupe laughter). Ola also has a few such experiences, including how that one "in love" bit her in the nose, and another scratched on the back. We hear stories about frequent fights, also on the knives. Most of them have a very superficial idea of \u200b\u200bBuddhism, which boils down to knowledge of a few rituals. Everyone loves the Dalai Lame, but most often as someone in the kind of idol or deity - who is interested in little deeper, what really has to say. And, especially in the Tibetan province, no one is interested in politics. Everyone thinks only about its own plot. So still takes what Tibet has lost tens of years ago - total isolation and lack of knowledge of the outside world (the Dalai Lama in one of the books he writes that in the 50s in the whole Tibet, there were six foreigners ....)
But it all changed two things. After
First, all Tibetans, whom I personally met, it lovely people, full of inner peace and deckhatch inexhaustible sense of humor:)
Secondly - their situation as a nation is really just evil. But maybe I will not write about how they have been persecuted for every manifestation tybetanskosci as a result of mass resettlement have become a minority in their own country, as Chiczycy destroy everything from monasteries, the environment, completing ... Sometimes words speak more than images. Below are the coolest movie I found on YouTube. I recommend, however, bury yourself:)
* Ola (before she started Lounge around like now:) taught English at two local schools for the refugees. Some of these schools we tell and the last day we visit one of them. The school is very intimate, lived here and learns about 20 people. And is situated in such a picturesque place, with hardly a more picturesque.
Well, what can I say - decides to stay here.
appointment with the manager, to begin work on April 1.
Apparently those learning English or other Tibetans was just our destiny;)
* Daramsala such an extension is a bit of Nepal - the mountains, cold nights, peace and skosnookie faces all around:) And now we have three weeks to experience more Indian India.
Bieze a last hot shower (when you type those words is the end of April and continues to be our last hot shower:) and head for Delhi.
In Daramsali spend the week. We live in Oli (friend's friend Zuza) and Kenjego, her fiance. Susan greets him Tibetan "Tashi Delek", but no response ... "Oh, this is my accent ..." But this is not the wine accent. Kenji simply is Japanese:)
Zuza spoken to Oli a few days ago, and Ola straight away without any resistance refused to accept strangers into their thresholds. Thanks:)
Daramsala is a small town inhabited by Indians. About 20 minutes walk uphill in the buildings there are Tibetan parliament and government in exile. A little strange looking at the Ministry of Internal Affairs nonexistent country ... The Parliament turns into narrow sciezynke, coming up the stream, passing the wells, where the Hindu doing laundry, crosses a small lake, and there already is a house, in which rents a small room Ola.
And if you go further uphill, after about 40 minutes you can get to places around the world which is called Daramsala, a Tibetan settlement with the office of the Dalai Lama (and the local name is McLeod Ganji - seems, with the names of its British founder). The settlement consists of roughly four streets and most of all resembles ordinary mountain resort area. If I had earlier in August expecting anything after this point, it is certainly not the fact that everything looks so modest ...
* looks like our day every day?
Needless to start from a striking regularity - as it happens, that when you meet at the Poles, immediately you will notice also vodka? In India, just vodka is a rare commodity, but it is whiskey. It costs $ 1 per 0.5 l. Price surprises, but only until you read the August composition ... Alcohol, water and flavors:) By the way indented "our" sausage and herring Oli (come unto her recently paczcie Christmas - a little late August post ...) - a real treat.
Incidentally, this is our last meal butchers so far. Meat at all I was missing and I am with this really well (as Susan). Less good is my strap, because the when you type those words on the blog, I had it already bore a 4 new holes - but it is quite another story.
Sometimes I wake up in the morning, collect the body from the floor, go out to the balcony, inhale the crisp air of me rises up snowy mountain, above me walking around Indian farmers, for me bustle about the Japanese farmer (because Kenji watermelons grown in Japan:) after breakfast I go to do laundry by the river ... This idyll, with a hard to believe that this is all really (even if in the end I am doing laundry in a bucket in the toilet;).
What else?
complain about the crowds of American tourists, pub-up and down, we visit the pub, the sacred lake and famous lectures Tibetans (most famous The Dalai Lama is, of course;)
The Japanese restaurant with a panoramic view. The restaurant is a non-profit and all profits goes to pious purposes. If we Daramsali is zajdzcie.
And here the sacred lake. How you can not to go to the Ganges, you can swim here.
Funny how you can variously show the same thing. Over the holy lake by Zuza.
and sacred lake by Michelangelo.
Lecture personal biographer of the Dalai Lama. Very interesting character, but the lecture horribly boring and sterile. Almost fall asleep. But half of the room listens with an open mouth - wszkakze a biographer of the Dalai Lama! ;)
* What else? For example, participate in prayers at the Buddhist Temple.
Most of the time I spend on sightings of monks (and white - but more on that later). At first it appears a dense, reddish-yellow mass, immersed in meditation. But when you look longer, personalities emerge - and that someone in zarowiastych socks, and that someone in the gigantic sunglasses straight from the 70s (of course, on his head, and not on the eyes), someone scratching at the armpit, someone scratching the back neighbor, the neighbor stubbornly someone drilled a finger between the ribs ... And outside the temple monks can sometimes meet in Internet cafes - with enthusiasm to practice the Buddhism shooting each other in computer games:) In short, the monks are not bad zgrywusy!
There are here in Daramsali really a lot, which of course is not surprising. They give the city its unique color uliczkom:
* the monks Another important element of the landscape are Wypasancy (from the Sanskrit "vipasana," or meditation).
to Daramsali (and in general to India, but here is their extremely high density) comes a lot of whites in search of enlightenment, the meaning of life, etc. Part of these approaches to the matter seriously and mature. But many, it seems that if you get dressed in oriental clothes and sitting cross-legged self enlightenment comes.
Also we see every woman in festive costumes Tibetan who looks almost as grotesque, as if they came to Krakow in August przebraly Krakowiak outfit and flew under the armpit of the Hobby Horse (also funny is, if you do not know what to do with kadakiem or bear it like a scarf .) There are also people who are waiting in the pub for food, siedaja-legged, eyes float to the ceiling and "meditation" ("look what I am spiritual, and you do not, ommmm"). Or a picture of the Temple: Monks are relaxed, hunches August, scratches, whispers to himself, and whites - perfect lotus flower back as a string, shut your eyes and gentle smile Seer light in the tunnel ...
How you can easily guess, are for us an inexhaustible source of jokes Wypasancy:)
Because spirituality is no ability to meditate anywhere at any time, but peace of mind, which allows you to see things as they are, and to a spontaneous demonstration of good heart another ... (Do not write, I talk with Amelia: D)
Well, but this is easier:
and courses of this type: : D
I also had a picture of ashram "for Wypasancow, but something with him in August happened. Ashram is a Hindi hermitage, where you can devote themselves in peace meditation. So, to earn the Daramsali, just build bude sheet (not necessarily in the desert) and write with this ashram. Wypasancy will pay for it from there, they can sit and meditate for a month, feeding on water and salad:)
* Sundays comes to His Holiness Daramslali (Tibetans do not say "the Dalai Lama," but always "His Holiness"). In the morning is to chair the prayers in the temple.
Susan gets up before dawn to stand in line. I do not want to get up so early. When I come to the Temple, Zuza do not see anywhere else, but the queue has at most 20 people:) It turns out that I can not enter, but my camera no longer ... And I can not leave it on deposit, as their previous day, because when the Dalai Lama arrives deposit eliminates ... So go out look for a pub, in order to leave a bag, but still all closed.
then learns that Susan also could not find anything open, so I left the camera in a pile of old leaves. It's called desperation:) I really that desperate, I'm not. Quite the opposite. Takes on the street and think how much I do not want to participate in this whole crowd. Dalai Lame already seen it (though I am not just looking at filming ...), and even I do not think that it was for me mantrowanie bardziejsze than anyone's something else ...
So I decide to meditate, but in his own way. Buys eight banana for breakfast, a cake in a bag packed for lunch and setting off to conquer the mountain that reigns over Daramsala.
trip would be fantastic if it was not a hitch. For Gore entered 4-4.5 h and 6h gone down ... Again, the knee. Barely doczlapalem home. No more mountains until some doctor does not make it okay ... :)
* Tuesday, March 10, marks the 50th anniversary of the uprising. The one-day hunger strike, lectures, posters, evening march with candles ... And a large demonstration, which collects most of the Tibetans living in oklicy. Us too. Kidnapped by the wind of history ... Bursting with enthusiasm and with me:) But Susan she felt like a fish in water - they flew with the Polish and the Tibetan flag sticking out of the bag and everything immortalized for posterity.
People are divided into groups each with its own "zagrzewacza" that cries out your own password. "China, china, china, out out out", "No more killing in Tibet", "Release Panchen Lama" (This is one of the highest lamas, who was imprisoned by the Chinese people as a small child, after discovering him as a reincarnation of the Panchen Lama's previous . probably already dead.) Yes, screaming in English, not Tibetan ... Dr. Zagrzewacze August outright hysterical, indestructible throat. The put a password every so many forces, though it would fly ... Well, where will it should fly?
But if someone in the world interested in the demonstration? If someone sees me on TV? I doubt. But surely it is important for the sake of Tibetans. Spectator, as many of them is that together, united around a common purpose, constitute some sort of power there. Well, they can give vent to his impotent rage ...
manifestation itself can and no one is interested, but it has a fantastic marketing Tibet. If you ask someone in the west of the enslaved nations, most often replace the Palestinians and the Tibetans. The Dalai Lama, a few famous films, and Richard Gere doing his (Richard speaks about Tibet, whenever he can, and when he arrives to Daramsali, apparently usually przedtsawiac "Maybe you know me from television, you know, starred in several films ...":).
If one thinks Buddhism - thought to be the Dalai Lama. If the thought of the Himalayas and untouched - thought to be Tibet. And Tibetans are the ones who fight valiantly only by peaceful means, they are very spiritual, wise in life and should take example from them ...
And of course these are normal people with flesh and blood. For example, once harassed AWEU two drunk on a motorcycle (later in August to overturn the motorcycle, so I Zu has at least the end of the Kupe laughter). Ola also has a few such experiences, including how that one "in love" bit her in the nose, and another scratched on the back. We hear stories about frequent fights, also on the knives. Most of them have a very superficial idea of \u200b\u200bBuddhism, which boils down to knowledge of a few rituals. Everyone loves the Dalai Lame, but most often as someone in the kind of idol or deity - who is interested in little deeper, what really has to say. And, especially in the Tibetan province, no one is interested in politics. Everyone thinks only about its own plot. So still takes what Tibet has lost tens of years ago - total isolation and lack of knowledge of the outside world (the Dalai Lama in one of the books he writes that in the 50s in the whole Tibet, there were six foreigners ....)
But it all changed two things. After
First, all Tibetans, whom I personally met, it lovely people, full of inner peace and deckhatch inexhaustible sense of humor:)
Secondly - their situation as a nation is really just evil. But maybe I will not write about how they have been persecuted for every manifestation tybetanskosci as a result of mass resettlement have become a minority in their own country, as Chiczycy destroy everything from monasteries, the environment, completing ... Sometimes words speak more than images. Below are the coolest movie I found on YouTube. I recommend, however, bury yourself:)
* Ola (before she started Lounge around like now:) taught English at two local schools for the refugees. Some of these schools we tell and the last day we visit one of them. The school is very intimate, lived here and learns about 20 people. And is situated in such a picturesque place, with hardly a more picturesque.
Well, what can I say - decides to stay here.
appointment with the manager, to begin work on April 1.
Apparently those learning English or other Tibetans was just our destiny;)
* Daramsala such an extension is a bit of Nepal - the mountains, cold nights, peace and skosnookie faces all around:) And now we have three weeks to experience more Indian India.
Bieze a last hot shower (when you type those words is the end of April and continues to be our last hot shower:) and head for Delhi.
