Dharmsala Aug 27 - Sept 2, 2007
An indian Tibetan thali, like an all-you-can eat school lunch!
There were eagles all over Dharmsala.
One of the many local cows.
One bottle a day keeps the shingles away.
Wangdon, Fyl's Tibetan nun friend, took us on a candle light vigil.
The vigil was for new Tibetan political prisoners in China.
Wangdon treated us to Japanese food at the restraunt where she lives.
Fyl and Wangdon spin Tibetan prayer wheels.
Buddhist temple in Dharmsala.
Talking in the rain.
The locals make handicrafts to fund the Tibetan community. This man is a stone carver.
In Dharmsala it poured rain for a few hours everday.
Young monks praying at the Dali Lama's residence.
One of the beautiful statues in the Dali Lama's main temple.
Wangdon and Buddha.
Wandon's two friends cooked us a yummy Tibetan meal in Wangdon's room.
Wangdon plays a song on a traditional Tibetan guitar.
Michelle has a go.
Fyl writes some postcards home, which might never get there.
An eldery Tibetan woman spinning the prayer wheels.
The city of McLeod Ganj.
A house in the mountains.
Another view from McLeod Ganj.
Fyl next to some brightly colored Tibetan rocks.
Tibetan prayer flags decorate the mountain side.
Another spin for luck.
Michelle has a case of the grump grumps!
Wangdon lived on this hillside.
More prayer flags!
A cool looking slate house.
Fyl vs the waterfall.
Near the town of Bhagsu, 2km from McLeod Ganj.
A monkey having dinner on the road.
Fyl loves Mt Dew, and so does Dharmsala.
Indian shopkeepers playing chess to pass the time. ROOK TO D7, CHECKMATE IN 3!!!!
An Indian lorry. Bad drivers, but nice style.
A British graveyard.
Our hotel room. This picture doesn't do it justice, but this is the filthiest bed in India.
The temple in the middle of town.
Rawr.
Fyl and Wangdon talk about life.
In Dharmsala, it even rains in the restaurants.
Fyl and Wangdon walk down the hill through McLeod Ganj.
Our night bus back to Delhi. Our 2 luxury AC beds turned out to be one bed with the window open.
