I thank my notes to remember details of the journey to Tibet I'd probably already forgotten. On the other hand, it may also be useful because concentrating on my memories are probably out of the things that most impressed me and that probably will not forget to Lhasa.

The Sera Monastery is not it stuck with me for yet another temple dedicated to one of the thousand Buddhas Shakamory, but for two great moments that we both thanked our guide. The debate between monks who can see in the video above is one of them. Students are grouped by year of study, the wisest (the "professors") struggle more to the inside and then gradually up to the other newbies on the bottom. Among his classmates take turns asking questions to one or more other, trying to make trouble, and putting a strain on logical reasoning focusing on conoscienza of Buddhism. An example of a conversation level novice:

Q: You live up to 50 years?

A: Yes!

Q: Are you a Buddha? (Meaning wise - monaco level Joda)

R: ... uh, no.

Q: HOW DO THEN TO KNOW THE FUTURE? (Pat on the head)

Our guide has made ​​"elementary" in the monastery, and so he found his old classmates who have allowed us to sit down with them. Nothing you could understand, but our whole team was just there, mouth open, listening to them talk about why we are on this world, that the meaning of life and issues like that (at least the questions were more or less translated by our Mr. D, driving).

Is not it great that there is still someone in the world to discuss philosophy? What can make a living where he studied for 40 years because of the world? Of course, I and probably everyone who reads this article would not do anything, but it's nice to see that philosophy're ready to be something alive, something that interested in discussing, not just the stereotype-reality of boring bricks to digest during afternoons solitary student.

Intoxicated by these thoughts, admired by the life that these monks have chosen to do, I follow my traveling companions outside. The brother of Mr. D is a monaco, and we want to make a tea. Now, I do not know if I will write a piece of butter on the Yak, but suffice it to say that in practice it's everywhere. Our group had me and Olaf, the Netherlands, among the only components to demand more and more bowls of tea with yak butter. We have six drinks. Very intense taste, this full-bodied butter tends to melt (not floating) in Tea, forming a unique tasting beverage. It is a bit 'like Guinness, or you hate or love. In fact, our friends have been drinking two sips.
So there we were, in this soft light at sunset, sitting in the kitchens of the monks, to say Kah leh phe (Goodbye) to the very kind monaco and then depart.