Later, when we get back to our little home, we get the call that we have been waiting for! Our beds are in from India. Over two weeks! What a saga the beads have been. They ended up in Hong Kong, then some other city where they had to go through customs. Now Dowa Drowlma can make the 50 malas!
Our plans to meet with Rinpoche in the afternoon feels like the perfect culmination to our journey. We want to let him know about our adventures and thank him for all of his help. He calls around 4 pm and invites us back to his home. His apartment is on the 6th floor and we easily find ourselves short of breath in the altitude here.
His apartment is light and spacious and filled with laughter and music and women cooking. Jeffrey videos our conversation as I tell Rinpoche our story. After a while, I ask him for one last picture before we go. “Oh, I have dinner for you. And a bottle of wine, because I know you like it!” We look at pictures of his gompa and then sit down to another delicious dinner of noodles, yak meat and veggies. We talk about going out to the nightclub again tonight, but I must meet with Tashi’s wife for our final meeting and teaching of the malas.
She is an expert! She remembers perfectly and makes them as though she done it her entire life. She makes a sample of each, and then we take pictures, trying to be artistic and failing rather miserably. But it is fun to be with the two of them in Tashi’s mothers home, drinking more salty Tibetan tea.
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