The nice thing about finding old negatives is remembering things you had forgotten.
I poked my head into this monastery but all the monks were out in the fields... so I waited for them and caught a nap in this room full of drums. These old monasteries have a certain smell: must, and earth, and tea. When everyone is out they are almost preternaturally quiet.
The monks had been warned of my arrival through the strangely efficient communication network of shepherds who had spotted me two days before. One monk back from studies in Dharamsala greeted me in British accented English, "Oh, we had been expecting you."