After lunch, we have tea at Tibet Café. For a while, we thought this place was called Maggie’s because they have a soup on the menu with that name, but it actually refers to this Nestlé brand of instant soup called Maggi.
Tibetans have mastered the art of giving. Whoever leaves first pays—it’s a tradition around here, especially among friends at the monastery. Yet each time I’ve attempted to cover the bill it’s too late—someone else has already taken care of it. The trick may be to pay as soon as we arrive and collect the change afterward. Chemey jokes that when we go to a more expensive restaurant, we’ll find it much easier to pay for everyone else.
On the way back to the Archive, we invested in raffle tickets for a Tibetan school in Delhi.
When we got back to the Archive, Phuntsok ventured into the space between the ceiling and the roof to look for possible sources of diffusion (until the lighting equipment from Mumbai arrives).
