Trip Start Jan 11, 2006
58Trip End Jan 10, 2007
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At 9:30 I head to class
Throughout the day sounds of chanting can be heard monastery wide, in the morning, in the evening, from rooftops, from the mango groves.
At 12:00 I head back to the classroom. Usually I will spot one of my students, about an eighth of a mile away, stopped on the side of the road. He is waiting for me to pass- another sign of respect. As I leave my shoes outside the door I am handed a pair of slippers to wear inside the classroom. (They are brown with cream stripes. Each has a penguin embroidered on the front- one with an "N" on its tummy, the other, being a mirror image of the first, with a backwards "N". I think they are ridiculous to wear as it is often so hot in the room anyhow, but if I take them off, even for a moment, someone inevitable shouts out, "But Teacher will get cold!") At the end of class, many of the students say "thank you", again and again, every day. I could not ask for a more appreciative student body.
By 3:30 my English classes are over and if I have time I will practice Tibetan with my friend. Usually I stop at the market on the way home, cooking, eating, and cleaning up dinner by 7pm. From 7-12 all is fair game- hanging out with Namgi, writing a postcard, studying Tibetan, planning future classes, reading a book. I rarely leave the monastery- the nearest town is a 35 minute walk, the nearest city a 2 hour jeep ride.
And that's my day, for those of you who were curious enough to ask.