The monks arrived suddenly on Saturday, so I'm happy. I've decided that monks are the best students in the world. Not as shy as the Indians but without the childminding aspect of the school kids. So my lessons are pretty awesome after the practice I've had with the other places.

We set off yesterday, a bus full of monks and the English teacher to go and watch an opening ceremony of a new monastery. (The monk's, being nutters chanted Indian pop songs all the way there) The new centre was of the sect that specialises in ceremonies so this ceremony was fittingly amazing. It had the silly hats and the sea shell trumpets and everything. We had to sit through a lot of chanting but every so often we got to throw flowers at eac other which was fun.

The Tibetan community in this part of the world (which I am obviously part of) is so small that you meet everyone at these kinds of things, all the teachers from the school were there, and the teachers from the nunnery.