Journey through country road. Horn is used for sophisticated communication with other road users. Not just to warn others to get out of the way but also to warn of danger not to deviate from chosen path. The character and rhythm of the horn varied depending on what was to be communicated. If a person was warned to get out of the way and they abliged, then a slight single note was sounded as thank you.
This is a seemingly chaotic world where everyone is busy doing something going somewhere. vehicles are never new or modern but old and repaired. One can not imagine that insurance is either needed or useful. There are no rules which can not be broken. On a dual carriageway traffic moves in both ways although the majority sticks to the norm. Carts drawn by oxen are common. Dust is everywhere. Nothing is new. Everything looks as if it has been repaired many times and there is a care about this. Beauty is everywhere. [from Alan's travel diary]
At the gate of Gyakham Khangtsen, the house we were going to stay for the next 3 weeks, the monks were waiting for us with big smiles. A big banner hanging on the wall by the entrance to the right read "welcome to our friends." In a sudden flash, I remembered my shamanic journey at Buddhafield during that Summer. I was unsure about the trip, but in that inner journey Geshe Damcho appeared very clearly in my mind, smiling and welcoming me. As if by magic, any doubts and concerns I had fizzled away. Instead, I knew I was meant to go and that everything was going to be OK.
At the gate of Gyakham Khangtsen, I was looking forward to have a good rest during the 4 days ahead, before the Dalai Lama's arrival.
The monks were incredibly kind to us. During our stay, they all moved into Gyakham Khangtsen's main shrine room, in the first floor of the main house, behind a beautiful red door, where they slept together on the floor so that we could have their bedrooms.
but also to the open countryside views and, right behind our accomodation block,
Drepung Deyang Monastery (Nechung's Monastery), which was also receiving its final touches. At Gyakham Khangtsen, the electricity was off. All was well, and I could finally relax!