The rain has finally stopped and brought a rare glimmer of sunshine to McLeod Ganj, together with a large number of Indian tourists. I am anxious to move on, but not really looking forward to my 9 hour night-bus ride to Shimla. Also, it is very weird being in an environment like McLeod Ganj, all these devoted monks and survivor's of year's of terror, make me feel like a bad person, just because I haven't devoted my life to the good of others.
I was once told that my sole altruistic act was when I made chicken soup for our flatmate Jason, who had come down with a cold. I'm sure I've done other good things, however, I cannot seem to recall any. Brina had the opportunity to meet with the Dalai Lama last year, she was even holding his hand throughout the audience he was given to the assembled foreigners. This doesn't surprise me the least, as Brina is one of the few people I know with true compassion in her heart.
I have arranged to have my life horoscope drawn up for me according to Tibetan astrology. I'm anxious, and a little nervous about what I will hear. One one hand I want to know my future, on the other I'm afraid of bad news. Me = always the optimist.
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