Dharmasala and scooting Delhi

in dharmasala thinking of community back home and how nothing gets done without it , beautiful here but just so shocking that on the highest mountains there is rubbish frickin everywhere, world environment day today papers full of promises declarations of cleaner cities,
today Tibetan poilce in jeeps with megaphones saying that from this day onwards no more throwing rubbish .and my heart rejoices then my mind
interrupts and my intelligence says well years of throwing rubbish may require
much more that a man with a mega phone, and how there is so much opport
unity to make a difference here or anywhere.
tibetan men& women in mountain gear and a delhi man and only about 3 trave
llers me one picking up rubbish.
felt increasingly aware and well digusted
that the tourists definetly treat this place as a paradise the lap of luxury , and with no real deconstruction to that is a big clean campaign to be
worked here.
a seperate true pang consumer comes, they look so cool in the trance bars smokin scoobs needing needing something... i havent hung here for so long yet to met friendly people,and maybe a smoke would do me good or some flirting or something i dont know , a dress, a beer ,or ...insecurity and the big righteous blow of crap jess so back from wahwah...cough cough

so we cleaned this one river stream
stream that flow through many houses from the big road
, large slugs and much to my concern no condom packets found in three hours of scourging .though lots of aids campaigning.
makes me think well rubbish is everywhere , delhi city is surrounded by kilometers of mountains of rubbish burning , my flirtaous tibetan man travelling next to me explains is used for fertiliser for crops , mountains of burning plastic and animal carcasses is all i can smell. This is the clean delhi green delhi may heart lungs and stomach wanting to escape this violent odour where I feel like I am rotting from the inside.it took almost an hour of really wanting to gag till the cleaner air started to come in the bus with the occasional sulphuric methane at 5 minute intervals possibly from waste plant, or some rubbish choked river.
Delhi is crazy out of sight out of mind. Dharamasala is by no means of that level at all , it is magical large smooth rocks scattering the landscape in a valley with eaglehawks soaring in the wind currents pine trees and little yellow and black birds with mohawks , ice capped mountains and us humans hugged in this valley watching from our manmade nests studying yoga and aryuvedic massage , buying the latest fashions to return to home to sell,
organic shops here , a real collection of the best of western and eastern comforts.
Am finding as I always do I like my well worn clothes a whole lot better ,like a painter likes his overalls cause they have all the colours his using on them.
and my shoes being repaired is so much more exciting a transaction than buying some in Delhi . Where does all the turquoise come from I have heard they are mining Tibet for it . Todays pictures of Tibet are really not that magical untouched land I have thought of now a wasteland of industry.
But in my heart I know that ancient knowledge of the land , the culture ,the people ,the energy is truly more worthwhile tapping into because there exists creativety . And with creativety one can make a difference.