The day is wet and grey.

My mood is way better than last week end, where everything and every meeting dragged me down. Plenty of good people in this town, really.

I have met no teachers as such in my life except one single monk who taught me the best of tibetan buddhism in broken english. He tried to pick up my teaching from learning tibetan script in india, but I could never learn the language from him. I did not understand it: it was too buthanese when he spoke it. Bhutan is totally exotic and fucked up socially and politically. Many highly regarded  monks from tibetan origins go there to live and set up monasteries. Their elite, the country's elite, are, of course, all douche bags (a king and queen).