It struck me today that the point of pilgrimages is to create a spiritual happy place one can return to from time to time. I still have strong memories of the Dalai Llama’s temple in McLeod Ganj. Chanting the “om mani padme hum” mantra can often take me right back to festival days I have spent amongst the Tibetan exile community, sipping hot butter tea and eating bread in between long bouts of mantra murmuring. I was happy there. I loved circumambulating the temple and spinning its prayer wheels. I loved watching the old people performing their prostrations. One day, I’ll head back for another visit.