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This is part of an email I wrote to Sam, my college roommate about all of this. The second piece about the gifts came out of an email I wrote to him:
“I am indeed the itinerant. In centuries past, an itinerant monk. Now the itinerant hunter of beauty wherever I go.
The word “Redemption” has come up a few times in the past week. I am not sure I understand that word. For me it has the flavor of “I did something wrong and have the opportunity to make up for that wrong.”.
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Trekking in the off-the-grid, Upper Mustang Himalayas was all that I’d imagined and much, much more. It was shockingly beautiful at every turn, the people endlessly sweet, the villages simple and incredibly photogenic. The trekking itself was often hard, testing my limits hours at a time. No altitude sickness, no headaches, even though the higher passes took every ounce of strength and determination I had.
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Today was my fourth day in LP, the magic day when one finally really arrives in a new place. Again I’m leaving just as I have finally, fully arrived. I should know better by now. Next time I’ll stay longer. I always say that.
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After all these decades and a seeing a thousand snowfalls, I can’t get over the miracle of snow. How is it possible? Trillions of tiny flakes, crystals, each unique.
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I’ve walked through this dog Temple a dozen times and never noticed the well worn “MUSEUM “ sign on the wall of a very old Thai building. Today I had time on my hands with no objective beyond enjoying Chiang Mai. I thought, “Why not?”
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My favorite salon in Chiang Mai. Cool, hip, and busy. Not like my usual place in Bali with $.75 cuts and ankle deep fur on the floor.
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The local street markets in Luang Prabang are, as everywhere on Earth, intensely alive, engaging, and at moments, a bit horrifying. the chickens do not look like something I’d want to eat, even if I weren’t vegetarian!
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This shaky, undulation bamboo bridge is rebuilt every dry season when the flood waters recede. The walking surface is nothing but an open weave of bamboo slats that shifts with every step. The water of this Nam Kahm river moves sluggishly as it joins the Mekong just a hundred yards away.
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Along with the two rivers, the Mekong and Nam Kahn, who’s banks define Luang Prabang’s Old Town, the monasteries, temple and monks are heart and soul of this town. The photos of the novice toweling off the puppies after a bath somehow embodies my loving feeling for this town. The atmosphere is soft, gentle and sweet.
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