Spirituality

I drove back from the countryside sitting beside a Lama ( of the monk variety, not the wooly sort). A most holy man from a monastery high in the mountains I visited here in Mongolia. I was so high up it felt like looking down on heaven spread out beneath me. To become a Lama requires years of study of the sacred Sutras, or lessons. A life of learning and dedication to his beliefs. I felt honoured to be sharing this journey with the Lama for a short time as we discussed farming here and back in UK. The Lama told me his name, something unpronounceable in Mongolian, '... but you can call him Shagga' my interpretor explained.

'Ok Shagga' I smiled at Shagga and the Lama looked me in the face, nodded, pointed to himself proudly and said

'Shagga Lama'

... how is a girl supposed to keep a straight face?