Back when?

Suddenly I'm back home again. It was a long and tedious journey. A fat guy next to me floated into my chair too. We had to circle for an hour over Frankfurt. A large latte cost me USD 6 at Frankfurt Airport. Strangely my Airtel SIM-card worked all the way to Sweden. Soon all except Tenzin will be gone from House #5. I want to return but when?

Farmers on the Track

There is a continuing dispute going on between Karnataka and Tamil Nadu about the water rights to Cauvery River. Recently the Indian government tried to settle it but managed to negotiate a bad deal for Karnataka. As a result farmers, particularily from Mandya, started to block roads and railways in gandhian non-violent demonstrations. I thought their spirit would have faded away by now but the day before yesterday the case was admitted to the Supreme Court. It was thus with fear of long delays I entered the Shatabdi Express from Mysore to Bangalore at 2.20 pm. Well, the farmers were busy soemwhere else and we arrived on time. Got you there, didn't I? Bangalore is a dreadful city so I'm sticking to my room, surfing the internet. The hotel, Ramanashree Brunton, reminds me of 193 Golf Links in Delhi although this place is more expensive. St Marks, where we stayed last summer for a few days is better, though. In a few hours it's off to the airport and stand in line for three hours. Great way to spend the evening...

Not Quite Right at the Hotel

Good old Metropole is not functioning right. The construction of a new floor is going on, disturbing the guests and making the courtyard darker. The second building (where I stay) is off line. Sorry Sir, it's the rain. Besides, it's getting a bit frayed around the edges. Myabe it's time to find another place... Met with Subramanya after breakfast. Luckily he was at his best talking away as usual. Tenzin went off with his friend to play in the waters of Fantasy Land. He will turn up tonight as he left his robes in my room. To tell the truth it's pretty boring to sit around and wait. I should have stayed in Sera one more day.

Cheese and Luxury

No blogging yesterday, I'm afraid. Besides, Sera Lachi where I usually go was closed for renovation. I ended up going for lunch to Namgyal in "Little Swiss" (Purang Camp). It's called Little Swiss because of its beautiful location at the end of a dam. Thinley was also there. Magyal's mother had made fantastic momos with fresh cheese made on milk from the family cows. In the afternoon Tenzin and I searched both Sera, Namdroling and Kushalnagar for Panir (Indian cheese) but it was Sunday and all the shops where closed. The weather is turning worse with rain all night but at least it is a little cooler. Nyima Tsering drove me back to Mysore at lunch time. Tenzin came along since he needed to renew his Indian residence permit in Mysore. On the way we stopped at the police station so I could "sign out". It took only five minutes which was a surprise considering that it took five hours to sign me in when I arrived. Here in Mysore we are staying at Hotel Metropole. I think Tenzin feels a bit uncomfortable with the comparative luxury.

From High-Tech to Low-Fi

All except the odd cricket have moved out. So has all except the odd lama Tenzin and I. When Thupten and Lobsang were here the house transformed to a high tech communication center with "heavy" monks walking in and out, chatting on Messenger and constantly speaking on their mobile phones. Someone was always in the kitchen cooking meat or making tea. Now that Lobsang is on his way to Perth and Thupten has gone to Bangalore again we are back to low-fi sleepy veggie life again. It's amazing... All the left over meat seemed to rejuvenate Passang. In all the times I have been here I have never seen that dog react to anything but food. He is always flat out on his stomach, sleeping or staring into space. But today I could not believe my eyes when he started playing with Tenzin. Made my last visit to the Representative's office today and handed over all the scanned files on CD. Dorje took me for lunch and I had to eat meat momos again. Then he took me to Camp 5 and 6 to look at the Meddical Clinic. Every year the people in the camps have to raise Rs 110 000 to run it, and he wants me to do some fund raising too. I have revised my opinion about him a little bit after Thinley told me that Dorje had kept some of Thinley's legal fees for himself as a kind of commission for passing on birth certificate cases. Thinley takes the certificates to court to file for Indian citizenship (about 70 so far). Tenzin and I went for a long walk across the rolling ields behind Sera. It's such a beautiful and peaceful place, especially in the late afternoon when the Indian farming families are together outside their houses after a days work. Outside one of the houses a wedding ritual was going on, or rather a post-wedding ritual where the husband a wife wash each other (symbolically) before enetring their house. Later a thunderstorm broke but it was over in 45 minutes. In the paper I have read that rains are creating havoc in Mysore. I just hope it is over by MOnday afternoon!

Attack of the Crickets

Got to be fast today. The Internet place is swarming with crickets. They are even on the keyboard! I did not accomplish much today. Thupten staged a puja in the house for good luck to the travellers. In the afternoon Tenzin and I went to Kushalnagar to get some fresh grounded coffee. Must get out of herre before I accidentally eat one of them...

Kushal Chicken

Finished the scanning this morning. Later I went to interview the old Cooperative Secretary, Lobsang Ngodup together with Thinley. But unfortunately old Lobsang had forgotten many things. But he told me that one of the reasons that the settlers had turned down the sprinkler irrigation scheme was that they believed that all the water would kill a lot of insects which is against Buddhist beliefs. So it was the old modern science against religion story. Was caught in a thunder shower in the afternoon and had to spend an hour in a shop. But I didn't buy anything. In fact, I'm not sure if they ever sell anything but cold drinks. The rest of the stuff looked like it had been there for ages. But come to think of it I think Alice & Esbjorn got some things from it last summer. Had to wade through water to get to the toilet. For lucnch Thupten served the ***** Bangalore chicken but to be honest it tasted more like * Kushalnagar chicken. Passang, the dog, didn't care.