Interlude: Was that just the Dalai Lama?

Carson and I were walking down the road that leads from the village of Bhagsu into McLeod Ganj one evening. She was telling me something fascinating and important, I’m sure. Suddenly we saw, walking toward us, an elderly monk tended to by a younger member of his order.

Me: Drooly! It's him! It's the Dalai Lama!

Carson: Woah, let's go say hello.

Me: (drawing closer) Hmmm, actually I don't think that's him.

Carson: No, it is. It has to be.

Me: No, this guy has too much hair coming out of his ears.

Several weeks later, in a remote gompa (monastery) deep in the Himalayas, we saw a similar pair walking across a courtyard.

Carson: Look, it's the Dalai Lama again!

Me: Yes, this time you're definitely right!