Returned from Samye monastery- one of the oldest monasteries in Tibet. Traveled across a river surrounded by dramatic mountain terrain in a boat reminiscent of that in the African Queen. At one point we pulled up beside a boat of monks in their red robes who started waving and taking our pictures and we did the same. Lots of laughter and smiles were shared. Inside the monastery we heard the musical chanting. An overload of sights, sounds, and smells of yak butter candles. I have learned so much in just one week ... That the Furman students stay a semester is an experience that cannot be replicated.
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