As is the tradition in Mongolia, as we reached the borders of Undershill - out in the middle of nowhere from my urban perspective - we were met by various villagers who offered a silver bowl of sweet goat's milk wrapped in a blue khatag (offering scarf, they use white in Tibet, blue in Mongolia). Everyone took a sup, starting with Rinpoche of course. Here I am goofing around with my pal Enkhtuya, the Asral cook who accompanied us. Rinpoche travels with a small entourage - his "team" he called us when speaking to the local governor. [all photos by me - more to be posted over on my Book Blog]
I was born in Ireland and grew up in Toronto, Canada with my seven sisters and two brothers. Left home at seventeen to live in a commune, then headed off across Canada with my pal, Carole, and we hitch-hiked around California for months, then back up to Vancouver(Van as we called it then) and across Canada with two more pals, Linda and Peggy. A year later, headed off to Malaysia and Borneo with Jeunesse Canada Monde/Canada World Youth for a year. Baik-lah! Back home, went to Trinity College at the University of Toronto (posh blokes) while also joining the Canadian Naval Reserve as an Officer Cadet. Trained on the east and west coasts of Canada every summer. Great fun. Then what? Hmm. Started to write books, dodgy personal life (that's personal but let's just say it's been a long time between drinks) started to wander around the world, had a darling daughter, settled down in Ireland, wrote more books.