10/16/08
Our taxi driver is surprised we want a drive up the hill. I wish him sain bain uu. He offers us a snuff bottle from the glove compartment. A gentleman and a fine host. I decline. I have no snuff to offer in return and it is 9 AM. Guess I’m getting older. He drives us as close as he can to the largest temple in the compound, past the hawkers to the pigeon plaza. Dwarfs offer to sell us pigeon feed, but we’ve come to hear the chants and see the statues. First we attend the active monastery school, Then we find an appropriate goddess to gift a US quarter. I liked the green Tara, it seemed so Southern, facing south on a cold almost snowy day.
We unearthed the most wonderful espresso/konditorei near the center of UB. Ushered to an Ultrasuede love seat, given a coffee menu, and a remote to a 40 inch flat screen, we advanced ten centuries in a day. BBC Singapore was our first news of the world in ten days.
Next was the Choijin Lama's Buddhist monastery museum. We expected the peaceful Buddhist images of the morning, but instead found this:
Maybe it’s time to go back to China where Chingiss Khan is not revered. Back to the land of chestnuts, walnuts and citrus fruit. No more small apples and mutton. Went to the UB market and found
at 8000T per box (about 7.75 USD)Time to leave NOW!
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