Silence is golden, as the saying goes. And its true. Every day we are in silence from 10pm until after lunch the following day with the last two days being in total silence. This is strange. Try sitting at a table with five others eating a meal, and not uttering a word. It’s harder than you think, but in some ways very rewarding.

I spend the daylight breaks with my face in the sun, reptilian like, trying to warm myself enough to last through the hours of dark. My favourite spot is next to the water feature, listening to the comforting sound of water falling, and watching the birds take their morning showers. The view is spectacular, taking in the entire sprawl of Kathmandu, where one can view many of the Stupas dotted around the city. Its only interruption is to witness the beautiful eagles, circling high above, looking for their prey amongst the vast areas of woodland on the hillsides, the setting in which sits this beautiful working Monastery, bustling with its three hundred monks.

What I didn’t expect was how uplifting it is to return to a simple way of living, of becoming a Human Being again rather than a Human Doing. Leaving the phone, Wi-Fi and social media behind is a revelation. I started to appreciate the simple things again; the sound of water, the birds vying for space in a fountain, eagles soaring, the warmth of the sun. Nature. All I had to concern myself with was heat and food. Nothing else really mattered, nothing else was that important. It was truly liberating. I have not felt this good…

… since

… I can’t remember