Mountains, Monasteries, and Myths: What I Discovered While Living in My Darjeeling Family Home
After a youth spent trying to ignore my Asian heritage, I came looking for it. My journey turned out to be the beginning of an excavation that continues to this day.
On a summer’s day around 1750, Lama Dorje Rinzing, together with a handful of acolytes, left Sikkim on a spiritual quest. They passed through the sweltering Teesta Valley, stopped to camp the night by the cool shallows of the blue Rangeet River, and began their ascent next morning through beautiful virgin forests of rhododendron, magnolia and oak . . . After some hours, they began walking along a ridge that presented a magnificent panorama of Mount Kanchenjunga . . . and a dozen other snow-covered peaks stretching across the entire northern horizon . . . As the lama and his party climbed, they felt strangely uplifted and invigorated . . .
no big deal
à la American
You American girls . . .
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