Dharamasala

Now I'm in Dharmasala. Home to the big man himself, the Dali Lama. He's on the computer behind me checking his email and surfing for the best prices on the latest cell phones. Did I mention how many indians have cell phones now? It's ridiculous. Their cellphones are better then ours too. American cellphones and phone companies are stuck in the stoneages. US coverage blows. Ther are places right outside our nations capitol where I can't get coverage.

Being in the mountains again has been nice. Kerala was the jungle, Jaisalmer was the desert and now I'm in the real mountains. The Himalaya's. Dharmasala is a small town, situated on a steep hillside. It's really laid back here. The shop sellers are less annoying, but they still have their moments. Last week I heard it snowed here, but now it's comfortable even at night.

More people smoke cigarettes then the rest of india. The rest of india chews this tobacco like stuff. I'm not sure what it is they are chewing exactly, but it most be addictive. After years of chewing this stuff, a persons teeth turn all red and then eventually fall out. I guess that's not that big of a deal in a country where you can't really get a divorce.