Last updated on August 11th, 2021
In Dharamsala, India (where the Dalai Lama lives) I ate at the same local cafe every day and got to know the staff. This gave me access to local knowledge. I was able to find a doctor when I had health problems and was treated (for almost nothing including antibiotics) in a tiny office where the locals also lined up to see the Western-trained doctor. Through the cafe, I found out how to get my artifacts from home blessed by His Holiness. I found out how to find a reputable man who ran an unadvertised taxi service. I managed, through one of the staff, to connect with someone going to the Tibetan children’s village where refugee children were educated. Because I was a regular I met many others who also came daily, including monks who were anxious to practice English and from whom I learned about Tibetan religious practices. And I had the best breakfasts I have had anywhere for less than a cup of coffee at home. There’s no harm in trying.