If you know me, you heard me talk about it incessantly before and after. It was all I hoped it would be and more. It was outstanding and genuinely life-changing. The people in our group were wonderful; the Tibetans were just fantastic. Very curious about all of us, and they loooooved my pink hair. I had several sincere inquiries as to whether the color was natural.
We spent a night in a nunnery; we herded yaks; we set out prayer flags; we were questioned by the police. I saw a monk with a Playboy fanny pack. Frankly it would be impossible to sum up in one blog post. I’m thinking about doing a couple-weeks-late day-by-day blog, but we’ll see on that. In the meantime, please check out this initial gallery.