Location: Dharamsala

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It seems like ages since we last saw dry Earth. The Monsoon hit hard and fast. One minute you’re just walking along a small town road shopping for small knick knacks, the next you’re forced to hold on for dear life, hoping you won’t get washed away.

Despite that, before the rain storm, our group traveled around the countryside, visiting little towns, monkeys, and little river streams.  While walking around, many were sunburned. 

After coming back from the countryside and surviving the monsoon, our group began preparing for teaching Tibetan refugees English.  We set our lesson plans then went off to dinner. 

Today was a short day.  We’d slept in and spent most of the day hiking. Another good day.