My Preaching

Every so often in the riverbed are little thatch huts housing water powered grinding wheels. They are communal property and well maintained.

A family planting corn in their small plot of land.

In front of a small roadside cafe next to a military checkpoint somewhere in the Terai (the lowlands in the south of Nepal), the proprietor stands in front of her god-stone.

Spring has come to the Terai.

I had forgotten
how beautiful 
the forest in the spring.

Tenzin is the first of the Tsering Lama's grandchildren, and is being raised by his grandmother.

"The bodhisattva vow is like a golden pot, the others like earthen pots.

Today is the first day of a week-long national strike, a protest against the coming sham elections.

I made it to Tibet! That red line I am leaning on is the border, and I am on the Tibetan side.

A scene along the roadside near Tibet. As we get nearer to Tibet, the road gets progressively worse.

Day two of the bike trip, we headed north towards Tibet, leaving Greg to get back to work. It is a beautiful day, and many take advantage of the warm weather to have a picnic by the river.

This is Ian Sanderson. For Ian's 40th birthday we rented motorcycles and headed out for a road trip. Clich? perhaps, but fun nonetheless.

Merry Christmas!