Youthful and energetic, our guide in Lhasa climbs to 19,000 feet regularly, without oxygen. His usual clients are European and American trekkers often going to Everest Base Camp; he had a break in his schedule which he filled in with us. He's the handsome guy on the left. Our driver, on the right, was exceptionally devout and had his prayer beads going at all possible times. He refrained while driving, however I noticed his lips moving constantly while at the wheel..no law against praying while driving.
We saw monasteries in Lhasa; 4 of the major sights. My lasting impression of these structures is the number of stairs we had to climb. In the thin air, hauling myself uphill was difficult and I lagged behind and even skipped a couple of things due to excessive gasping. The monasteries have gorgeous locations with breath-taking views. Most of them are very colorful and have prayer flags fluttering all over.
Monks abound and they almost all had some kind of tiffin box, lunch bag and a Nestle tea thermos. If they weren't eating, they seemed to be counting money. The devotees give offerings in the form of money and yak butter candles. In every separate room inside the buildings, we had to pay a photography fee; taking photos throughout meant an outlay of around $25 - $30 for each camera in each monastery. The monks are not slouches in the business of finance.
In several places we were lucky enough to hear chants..these are quite moving and beautiful to hear. You sort of drift off into the sound after a while. We sat for half an hour or so at Drepung Monastery watching a philosophical debate. We didn't know what was going on but our guide explained afterwards that a question had been posed and all the young monks attempted to answer it. The older monks used gestures indicating if the answers were right or wrong. As a sample question, he suggested they might ask, "Which came first - the chicken or the egg?"
Dogs are everywhere in Buddhist countries. They don't euthanize strays; they breed and run around freely everywhere. They weren't as plentiful in Tibet as they were in Bhutan where they have become a serious problem. This little guy was a real beauty with his gorgeous coat and beautiful eyes.
These people below are pilgrims from the Himalayas. The women wear the large breast plates/belt to protect themselves and their critical organs from the bitter cold wind. Notice my shirt buttoning sequence which nobody told me about (Debra says she did and I ignored her or smiled and nodded which means I didn't hear) and I only noticed at the end of the day and several hundred pictures later. As usual, I look like some kind of half wit.
This is the toilet (the square behind Zuzu) at Drepung with one of the greatest views in the whole monastery. You can see for miles. And Zuzu wore white to clamber around this place. The guide asked us to stop taking photos in this direction because there are police keeping an eye on the place.
As the grounds are under construction, these are the kinds of pathways we were walking on.
People around Lhasa have prayer wheels turning slowly in one hand and the beads are working in the other.
Debra below turning the big wheels. In some buildings there were monster wheels which it took several people to turn. You build up karma by turning and praying. Senior citizens hang out near these wheels and spend a good deal of time circling the temples, turning the wheels and praying for everyone as is done in Mahayana Buddhism.
We had gorgeous weather and most days the clouds over the mountains were spectacular.
Zuzu shopping for a yak skull. Unfortunately/fortunately you can't bring them back into the States otherwise we might have been hauling one of these around for weeks.
Guide on the left; driver on the right |
Monks abound and they almost all had some kind of tiffin box, lunch bag and a Nestle tea thermos. If they weren't eating, they seemed to be counting money. The devotees give offerings in the form of money and yak butter candles. In every separate room inside the buildings, we had to pay a photography fee; taking photos throughout meant an outlay of around $25 - $30 for each camera in each monastery. The monks are not slouches in the business of finance.
Monks with lunches and thermos bottles |
Dogs are everywhere in Buddhist countries. They don't euthanize strays; they breed and run around freely everywhere. They weren't as plentiful in Tibet as they were in Bhutan where they have become a serious problem. This little guy was a real beauty with his gorgeous coat and beautiful eyes.
These people below are pilgrims from the Himalayas. The women wear the large breast plates/belt to protect themselves and their critical organs from the bitter cold wind. Notice my shirt buttoning sequence which nobody told me about (Debra says she did and I ignored her or smiled and nodded which means I didn't hear) and I only noticed at the end of the day and several hundred pictures later. As usual, I look like some kind of half wit.
This is the toilet (the square behind Zuzu) at Drepung with one of the greatest views in the whole monastery. You can see for miles. And Zuzu wore white to clamber around this place. The guide asked us to stop taking photos in this direction because there are police keeping an eye on the place.
As the grounds are under construction, these are the kinds of pathways we were walking on.
And this was the restaurant..doesn't look so bad in the photo. It was bad. |
In Jokhang square. |
We had gorgeous weather and most days the clouds over the mountains were spectacular.
Zuzu shopping for a yak skull. Unfortunately/fortunately you can't bring them back into the States otherwise we might have been hauling one of these around for weeks.
Excellent diary - love the shirt, hope you enjoyed the yak.
ReplyDeleteMore beautiful and interesting photos. The cloud one reminds me of the one at the top of your blog.
ReplyDeleteBut at the other end of the world.
Barbara
One Thousand steps would have been enough to make me catch the first flight back to the States. :-)
ReplyDeleteyuk - the yak!! I'm glad I don't have to eat Yak. I much prefer shmoos.
ReplyDeleteThat restaurant looks like it had been bombed. Did it have an "A" in the window?
Nancy