Bodhgaya is…
* Tibetan monks riding in cycle rickshaws
* the sound of bracelets tinkling
* air so hot it hurts to breathe
* banana honey lemon pancakes, masala chai, momos (Tibetan dumplings), dal and rice, lemon sodas
* constant power outages
* two women in bright saris walking slowly across an empty windswept field, carrying baskets on their heads
* returning the bows and namaste greetings of holy men with eternity in their eyes
* taking a cycle rickshaw (note to Mary: finally!) tour of monasteries representing every Buddhist nation, like a Buddhist UN
* sitting under the bodhi tree where the Buddha reached enlightenment – meditating with Christian prayers while surrounded by Buddhist pilgrims in a Hindu country
* my first run in with ‘Delhi belly’ and subsequent love affair with antibiotics
* finally learning to put my mind where my mouth is (but more about that later…)
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