I awoke yesterday morning at 5.30am to the delightful sounds of Payma’s mum gobbing up outside my bedroom window.
But my day really started when she came into my room at 6.00am to clean The Dalai Lama’s altar and light two large incense sticks.
She disappeared for a couple of minutes, to reappear with a large canister on chains full of red hot charcoal. She swung this in front of the altar several times, filling the room with smoke.
Time to make an early exit up the hill to wait for the cafe to open. Continue reading “Just another ordinary day…”