A trio of Buddhist nuns, although speaking no English while I no Tibetan, agreed to guide me around the Barkhor circumambulation route through downtown Lhasa one afternoon. We spoke in hand signals and laughter and points. The youngest nun was 16 and the two older nuns 65 and 72. We looked at prayer wheels, sunglasses, and dishwashers. We said some "Ohm mane padme ohm." Then we had some ice cream sandwiches in the plaza, and I never saw them again.
Barkhor, Lhasa
TIBET
