If I’ve learned one thing on this odyssey, it’s that patience truly is the mother of all virtues. After sending emails and posting blogs two weeks ago, I went to the main street to catch my 3:00 ride back to Zangla. I sat on the curb, roasting in the sun, waiting, waiting, waiting. No taxi. I happened to spot a villager whom I recognized, and inquired about the taxi. Apparently the taxi driver was waiting for a passenger who would be arriving by bus later on in the day. Okay, fine. No problem. I’m a patient girl, I’ll just wait it out. What else could I do?
I ended up waiting for six hours on the side of the road. But I remained light-hearted! Sure, that was a hell of a long time to wait. But at least I was fortunate enough to use the Internet today! I was trying to count my blessings.
When I got back to the monastery, it was deserted. All the doors were locked, including the door to my bedroom. No key to be found. The children were gone, the nuns were gone. Everyone was gone. I called out for several minutes, “Hello? Is anyone here? Hello?!” But my only response was the disquieting silence of the empty courtyard. I ended up crawling into my bedroom though the tiny cat port that connects to my quarters underneath the bookcase. I scratched up my arms and legs doing so, and collapsed onto the floor mat that serves as my bed. I decided then that counting my blessings was stupid and pointless, and I crawled into my sleeping bag–livid.
I awoke with a clear head. The nuns were bustling around as if nothing had happened and were more than happy to see me. They had all gone to a gathering in the village the night prior, and had locked the doors. I realized that they obviously thought I wasn’t returning until the following day. It was unusually late after all. They apologized for locking my door, and laughed when I told them how I was able to get in. I laughed along with them. In retrospect, it was sort of ridiculous.