Today I decided that I wanted to walk out to Drepung Monastary, in part because it's supposed to be one of the most important in Tibet and in part because I wanted to see if I really was doing well adjusting. I didn't have to convince Dan to come with me, but by the end of the walk he was probably wondering why he had. Let's just say we didn't end up seeing the monastary. We just walked and walked, took a bus and walked some more. We also both got a bit too much sun and we didn't see much other than a gypsy camp and a shanty town.
It was a really uplifting experience. Right. Anyway, we did get to see the monastary on the way back (to be fair, it was hidden by the mountains from the other direction). It looked awesome so we're planning on giving it another shot on Sunday, but maybe we'll try biking instead.
Other than my failed walk, there wasn't much eventful today. I have, however, become a little weary of not blending in. Dan, with his beard and curly hair, doesn't help (pictures will eventually be posted). I can't tell you how frustrating it is that a good number of people (mostly kids) treat us like walking wallets. I'm even tired of people being nice (so many people yell "Hello" or "Welcome to Lhasa" as you walk by). It sure beats the people who just say "Money" but being a celebrity is just not my thing.
Anyway, now I'm exhausted. I expect to sleep like a log.
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