His Holiness, the Nobel Peace Prize winner, the 14th Dalai Lama

13 hours: We get to this little cafe in the Temple Road to wait for his Holiness the 14th Dalai Lama, who was comming back home.

14 hours: Had some drinks and biscuits and we got very good seats next to the road. But boredom and buddhist monks were taking us from from our priviledged spot little by little.

Nothing to do but make pictures and pictures of the people around, the monks all lined up with their red and orange tunics, and incense everywhere purifying the atmosphere, so we decided to go for another tea, when suddenly everyone stands up and an intense excitement fills the streets invading us all.

False alarm.

16 hours: Everyone gets ready. the smell of incense is stronger than ever fullfilling our nostrils till saturation. More pictures, this time about monks with their hats on. However, still more waiting, every minute it passed getting more impatient, not to see Him, but to get out of there.

Everyone, camera on hand, ready, fingers trembling to get the shot in that precise moment when the Dalai Lama would appear. You could hear the committee of expensive jeeps aproaching. And in a sudden, he appears, smile in his face, hands opened...What the fuck!!! Only with a polarizer on your camera would you be able to get a decent picture of him.

But we saw Him, everyone did, everyone was happy, they got to worship his holiness, the Nobel Peace Prize winner, the 14th Dalai Lama.