I heart monkey's pants

I got hit on by a big scary military guy with an AK47... I feel like it took a lot of courage for me to say, "No thank you, sir, I would not like to have sex with you because that I would i find it disgusting, not that there is anything wrong with you or having sex with you, its really my problem and I would not like it and I would puke on you which would also not be a turn on." I don't think he completely understood what I said, but he laughed and poked me in the side with his big gun (no pun intended) and he walked away. I feel like I can stand in the way of anyone with an AK47 now... Maoists, Guerilla, Charlton Heston, Kids 9-14 in the creepy Midwest....bring it!

I went to Dali Gumba today. I got some cool pics and talked for a long time with this cool monk who had good english...well sort of. He was real nice and it was a nice little adventure. Sadly the little old laamaa with the key was no where to be found so I couldn't go inside but I told him I'd come back tomorrow and next week and adventure some more in the depths of the monastery. It has nothing to do with the documentary, but I'll put some shots in there 'cuz i feel like it. That's what most of this adventure is like.

Sonam offered to cook me dhaal bhaat even in her chaos... she must have been given extra niceness when they were handing it out before being born.

I'm so excited for Friday and the re-re-re return to KPG! sweetness and warmth... mmm warmth! and that lovely cow/goat smell... yowzaa!