It so happens that there are 2 Tibetan refugees camps not so far from Pokhara. Let’s go!

Which one? The closest one so we can walk there?

Hum… but in your guidebook they say the other one is better, more authentic and you can even assist to a meditation prayer.

So… yeah, let’s take a cab and head up to the second camp.

Here we are.

Oh but… everything looks closed. Have they all gone to see some distressed relatives in the mountains?

We head to the monastery when to beautiful old ladies come to Anna: “Everyone is in the communal hall, praying for the victims. You should go there.”

Ok, let’s go.

Yes, that’s true, it looks like every villager is in or around the hall. And all dressed up for the prayer. Woaw.

While we walk along the hall, our eyes catch up a familiar face : it is Tsering, the Tibetan we met up back in Australian camp (see day 1 of the trek). Now that we see him, we remember him telling us he was spending one week in the mountains to sell handcrafts and one week in the village to see his family. Woaw, what where the odds to see him on that day ?

And how lucky we are that he offers us a tour of the monastery, we can see the monks prayer for the victims. So powerful, so strong, so different from Catholics habits. We can see every specific place of the monastery, we get the explanations on why, what, where… and we get a Tibetan tea (yack and butter milk).

Could this day have been any better on these circumstances with our new Tibetan friends adding us on Facebook ?

At least, Loumi will have seen a bit of Tibet !