Just returned from my self-discovery trip to Tibet.
Was real tough, almost became a Buddhist!
Stepped back from that idea after a couple of monks tried to slay me.
Still trying to figure out what upset them so much, these guys are supposed to be peaceful souls right?
I think my idea of conveying a whole new branch of Buddhism arround the glory of having Alan Rickman on this planet might have failed.
Although I’m not sure yet, I hope they give it a thought, as soon as they calm down a bit.
It started out so good, armed with my backpack and diary, invited by a bunch of monks to stay at the monastery.
Water had a funny color, taste was most interesting, couldn’t take the rice though, caused terrible stomach ache.
Made a lot of friends – fright of cockroaches and huge bugs practically gone.
Gold everywhere, scraped bits off whenever I could, for souvenir purposes.
Must admit had trouble though discovering myself – I blame the lack of internet access for that.
Monks didn’t empathize with me on this. Felt it was time for my:
“Why Alan Rickman is so divine”-lecture
Was a disaster, caused almost a riot.
Again, I blame lack of internet for that.
Six month of backpacking sucks, if there is no internet access anywhere!
What I’ve learned:
I don’t want to live without internet ever again.
Don’t trust a monk with a torch.
Adoring Alan Rickman will unite people some day.