My first experience with Tibetans was, Tintin in Tibet :-). Had my own copy when I was a little girl. After that I crossed path with them in Dharamshala, and recently, in Darjeeling.
From our hotel window I could see younger monks appearing on the rooftop, when sunny. Chatting and tinkering with their cell phones. Small boy monks. Teenage monks. Perched on the ledge. Further beyond, again when sunny, lay the majestic Kanchenjunga. Older monks on the other hand shuffled about downstairs. Quiet, absorbed.