Captain's log, Stardate: time for the last cigarette?

Here I am standing in fornt of varsana's stone gate. I have seen this gate so many times on the internet. Months ago I had pictured myself standing here and now I am actually standing in front of it. Many thoughts go through my head. I am thankful that I finally reached my destination but I also feel kind of disappointed because there is a horrible road right next to my place for tanquility. This place was supposed to be my place for recollection and relaxation and now this??
It's not that I am sensitive to noise (love techno) but I dont't want to be listening to it 24/7.

I grew up on the countryside the only thing you hear from time to time are the bells of the cows and thats it. I probably wouldn't have come if I had known about this road. But then again I wouldn't have met these amazing people.

I actually had planned on smoking my last cigarette here in front of this stone gate. I had pictured the monastary to be smewhere amidst the peaceful Andes, the sun slowly setting on the mountain tops painting them in a deep red colour. This should have been the setting for my last great cigarette, a setting even the Marlboro man would have envied me for.

The trucks drive by so close I can hardly roll a cigarette. I have to turn around so the tabaco doesn't get blown off by the airstream of the trucks. 

I am glad the Marlboro man doesn't have to see this. Ridiculous!

I lit my rollie and look through the tunnel shaped entrance. There is a person standing in the dark. They know I would arrive late so this must be my reception committee.

I am taking a drag of my cigarette thinking this is like the shittiest last cigarette ever, I owe it to the Marlboro man damn it!!

Unsatisfied I put my cigarette out and step through the tunnel into my new life.