Around the world: Lumbini

March 21

It was the buddhist monks who comes here in huge A/C tourist buses and the american backpackers who had to be crammed into a dingy rusty local van that will fall apart any minute.

It was the Chinese Monastry who turned me away and the Korean Monastery who took me in on my Buddhist Pilgrimage.

Strange contrasts in strange land. 

I said Farewell to Laura yesterday. Did I mention that she came back and bumped into me? It was weird as I really wanted to see her again, but I was really busy arranging for my travels to Lumbini. Still we stayed up with Deanna (Slovakian she bumped into in a jungle) to drink and play card game till very late at night. 

Needless to say the travel to Lumbini the next day was very rough due to it and as always, because it was an early morning departure I forgot aomething. This time, ine of the aladdin pants I bought.

Electricity and internet is getting scarcer now. This is getting closer and closer to what backpacking used to be like.

I am trying to find peace and get back to meditation, but my meta is still not connecting. I only know that the meta under the bodi tree (where budda was born) feels golden.

March 22

 

 

 

 

  

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March 24

Left the Korean temple in the morning. I sincerely thank them for letting me stay. Th amount of goodwill that they generated with me cannot be comprehend. Morover, I learned what it feels like to submit and kowtow to someone else during their prayer service. There are comforts in submitting and asking for forgiveness. To be completely humble and ashamed that shame no longer process.

  

Joined the morning prayer ritual as I walked out if Limbini