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A mountain named for a bird without a single feather in sight became the place where awe, fear, and faith collided. We pick up after Nalanda and head to Vulture Peak, where a cable cart straight out of a carnival ride dangles us over the valley, monkeys tax our snacks, and a sudden swarm of bees turns daylight into shadow. The hike asks for patience, the descent takes a toll, and the experience leaves us sorting meaning from the ache in our knees.

Back in Bodh Gaya, the mood shifts. Rumors about harassment ripple through the crowd around a revered figure, and we sit with the messy truth that a holy message doesn’t always protect the people around it. The National Museum stuns for a different reason: world-class artifacts within arm’s reach, weathered stone and thin security exposing a heritage that deserves better. Then the airport seals the lesson with a rule that traps travelers and locks away tax refunds behind a door you’re not allowed to cross.

Through it all, one presence stands steady. Meeting the Dalai Lama—again—cuts through the noise with warmth you can feel across a room. No demands, no politics, just a call to live with more compassion than fear. We end with a story about commissioning thangkas: a cash deal, a long silence, and a late promise kept that reveals how fragile and honest survival can be.

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