Hotel Nand Residency
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... and patience, which are the hallmarks of a renunciate’s life. While seeking bhiksha on several occasions, which many of us would have called painful or humiliating, Swamiji would quietly walk away and spend the rest of the day with no nourishment, till he reached a rest-house, where he was offered a meal. There were also occasions when he was welcomed and served with love. Both the times he remained peaceful.
... but it still being dark, I hit the light switch. But the electricity was out. Fortunately I had one of those mini headlamps that you use while camping. Unfortunately it was stored safely in my suitcase – not in the overhead bin but across the dark room. Fortunately the sporadic lightning lit up my room enough for me to find my way to my suitcase and dig out the headlamp. With that, I was able to make it to the bathroom – and do my business.
... have a lot to do now that I am no longer alone. When a person is alone, he can postpone doing things – or just sit around all day. But when one is with friends, one has to plan things to do, and this requires getting off of one’s lazy behind. I hadn’t done any writing for my blog for the past four or five days, so I felt the need to catch up before Gregory and I go out for our day’s activities.
Oh, and the other good thing: ...
... we try eating at the restaurant in my hotel, and to my surprise, the meal was both delicious and inexpensive. It’s a bit of a shame that I waited so long to eat there because I’ll be moving to another hotel on Thursday morning.
During dinner we had a very nice conversation about a variety of topics of common interest. Wilfried is really a cool fellow, and I hope to be like him when I reach his age – which is actually coming faster than ...
... this walk. Oh, and eventually the road construction ended and the muddy mess of a road reverted to a normal, flat, paved road.
I parted ways with these gals and went to lunch at a restaurant recommended by one of them. The restaurant was called “The Rice Bowl”, and I believe it has a Thai owner – or at least Thai connections. While I was there, there were some people sitting at the next table speaking Thai. My ears perked up and eventually ...