Tenzing Dakpa
Dec 04, 2018
2 minutes
Pico Iyer
One spring after another this century, I have checked into an eleven-room guesthouse overlooking a small garden in the shadow of snowcaps. Each one of its sunlit rooms is decorated with a distinctive Tibetan mural, and each one is named after a particular feature or region of Tibet. From my terrace I can hear gongs being sounded in the Dalai Lama’s temple across the way. Before first
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