McLeod Ganj, The home of Tibetan Refugees

My hands are cold, and typing is quite difficult. But i will do my best to fight off the cold and type away with my chilled ahnds. It is the end of day two here in McLeod Ganj, it is on the very edge of the mountains. I don't think that the range here is the Himalayas but a smaller range that leads up to them. For the record though, they are still huge. I've decided to stay here and volunteer for at least a week. There is need for english teachers and I've begun volunteering in two different conversation classes. Because it is the Dalai Lama's home there are more Tibetans her than Indians, at least that is how it seems. They receive free housing and education from the Indian government because they are refugees. Because of the aid they receive they are amazingly well off here. In fact this town seems to have only two resident beggars, which is saying a lot here in India. Today I went on a hike with a monk that I met in one of the conversation classes. We hiked up to a ridge over looking the town we walked for five hours. It was a serious venture! Ok, sadly I really can't type at all so I'm going to go and try to find somewhere that serves the Tibetan butter tea. The monk that i hiked with told me that he made that for breakfast. It sounds like fat in a mug. Which is perfect when the temperature is hovering just above freezing.