Just outside Lhasa the capital I visited to monastery expecting to find possession less, celibate monks instead I met one monk who spoke English decently and who invited me politely back to his room for tea, the stench of burning yak butter lingered everywhere thickening the air of the monastery, every wall was covered in ornate paintings of Buddhist stories and bodsatavias. Yak butter candles provided the warm glow illuminating the large temple like halls. As we drew closer to his room he explained how it was not mandatory for him to celibate, only certain sects of Tibetan Buddhism mandate sexless lifestyle.