Well I never!
In all my born days I have never had a day like today. It began with a long deserved lie in. A late breakfast and a mad car journey to visit the Sisters of Charity of Mary and Jesus at their Convent. I was especially freaked out by this as I am not exactly what you would call religious. And we would be meeting all the Sisters not just our lovely Sister Lily and Sister Jancy.
We reached the Convent just after 12noon for our hours visit. We were greeted by Sister Jancy (principle of St Marys) who is such a graceful, elegant and peaceful lady and Sister Lily a elderly, loving and fun lady. This followed by the rest of the sisterhood one by one they entered the room and hugged both of us. They thanked us for coming and we were treat like royalty. After an hours chat and a cuppa we were ready to leave (Harry our taxi driver was waiting outside the convent). This was not to be. We were ushered into the dining room for a full India afternoon tea. More chat, more questions and more laughter. The Sisters wanted to know everything about our Indian adventure and our families. Lots and lots of laughter recounting stories and tales. The Sisters nearly wet their Knickers with laughter when I told the story of photographing Janet's underwear on our home-made washing line on the hotel balcony, from the other side of town. Janet's large Bridget Jones knickers could be seen across the valley. Sister Helen said "be careful the Monkeys don't run off with your underwear". I said, "Well a monkey running around Mcleod with Janet's knickers on its head would be worth seeing". The word Knickers brought great laughter.
Afternoon tea was followed by a tour of the Sacred Heart School, which was followed by a tour of the new Auditorium (no hard hat, safety talk, nothing), just straight onto the biggest building site. This was followed by a gentle walk around their gardens and orchard, where we were both bitten by various creepy crawlies. Half way through of this sight seeing we Sister Jancy instructed Harry our driver to come into the Convent for tea too. An hours visit turned into Three. Poor Harry Pundit, so patient and calm just smiled and obliged. We gave him a bar of Fruit and Nut and 200r (under 3) for his trouble. He was delighted.
We raced back up the mountain to Mcleod, for a Tibetan Song and Dance evening in a local rooftop cafe. We were half an hour late but it had only just begun when we arrived at 6.53pm.
Since arriving in Mcleodganj we have seen this rather strange looking wild Tibetan lad. Frizzy outrageous hair, cargo shorts and a FREE TIBET T Shirt. He also wear bright yellow heart shaped sunglasses. He approaches everyone in the cafes and street. But never us. Until Sunday morning at breakfast. He spoke in such a calm and articulate way. He asked if we would be interested in coming to his one man show that evening. I asked what it entailed. She said, 'His story of how he travelled from Tibet as a teenager with his family, Tibetan traditional song and dance and his own freestyle expression of love and freedom". We agreed on the spot to attend, he had won us over.
Well.... We sat through his talk about Tibet, this was very moving, his song and dance was nice but not very professional or well thought out. But we clapped and smiled, with the other spectators. Then he turned! Oh my God, when he explained his next performance once one performed to a trance dance song and included strange move we all just laughed. (see photos on FB) He started jumping around, licking a plant, doll, eating napkins, rubbing himself up people in the audience (audience consisted of only 20 people) he climbed on the tables, spun round and round for over seven minuted without stopping. grabbed people up to dance (most people did) Then he started licking and gropping the audience. There was no escape we were trapped in the corner next to the window. He came to me and licked my face, played with my hair, tried to suck my head and neck. I was screaming. Janet went white but still continued taking photos. Next was Janet's turn, he climbed across the table onto her back, he was grabbing at he, licking her neck and face and squeezing her boobs with his sweaty wet body. Everyone was howling with laughter and gobsmacked with shock.
It turned out to be a very intimate night, a bit sexual, bit strange and certainly weird. We returned back to our hotel, had a piece of banana cake, showered and fell into bed laughing about our weird day.
