So, I messed up the dates. It was 20th december.

Today, at seventh of january, I realised in FRRO that I've messed up the dates. Actual day when we left to Orissa was nineteenth december. But you cannot win always, especially if you happen to be one of those few people reading this blog.
FRRO taught me a big lesson. You can really make huge difference just by being serene and having buddhist grin. Although, I guess jesus grin would done fine as well as the buddhist one. 18th december was nerve breaking, exhausting and this one was completely nice. Everything was running out smoothly and I broke up few jokes with staff. Exact opposite what I had before! Well, I think morning prayers had their own flavor to add on this mess. And the fact I am almost one month older. AND having travelled in Orissa for ten days (woo hoo). Not forgetting, I left out the usual stress out morning coffee.
Funny though, those things which makes you crazy, are most the wanted in habit list. Other theory is, that I really should meet a somekind of bush doctor to make me a goody goody everyday routine.

We set on to the journey to the place of 64 Dakinis. Mostly the enviroment looks like the countryside in Finland. If you just add there more dust, more temperature and take away all those pinus and picea trees and replace them with palm trees. Enviroment was also more open and plain, compared to this far away brother.
This nice temple was situated in a middle of crag. There was no roof and it was made out of Idontknow stone. (I really need to modify this article after I have done few backup conversations with rinpoche..) In the middle of temple, there is standing Chakrasamvara statue. Chakrasamvara being one of the most important deities in buddhist tantric practices. His duty, or to put in more polite way, siddha is to break through attachment and desire. The most famous expression of -samvara is the Shiva. Shiva being the outer, Avalokiteshvara being the inner, Chakrasamvara the secret and the most secret expression being a Heruka.
So there we were, preparing for Tsok picnic and taking much as pictures we can of these statues. Our picnic would have been failure if there would not been any meat or alcohol, but we had, oh boy, we had. Even though, we put alcohol in pepsi bottle in order to disguise it from those
who dont have any idea what we were doing there.
It gave quite a strange feeling when rinpoche blowed three time to this thigh bone trumpet. Yes, gyaling made out of a human bone. Making airwaves change quickly into a tantric athmosphere. More strangely, group of girls came to visit this temple from boarding school, when the time was for the offerings to come about.
It was one of the nicest lunch I've had in long time and it felt like being in middle of Dakinis, whomever they might be...
Although, I became quite jealous towards the attention Lindsay was enjoying from those girls.