The reason I have been so inattentive to my blog and blogfriends:
Please enjoy, typos and all.
Now I can finally get back to the rest of the adventure.
The reason I have been so inattentive to my blog and blogfriends:
Please enjoy, typos and all.
Now I can finally get back to the rest of the adventure.
By popular one individual’s demand, a few more shots of the Shanghai Museum of Art.
Well, here we are. In the car. Still.
It is day four of what seems like an endless journey back to Lhasa. Did some sort of spacial vortex develop on this damn highway since we passed through a few days ago? It really feels like we aren’t making any progress.
It would seem that the thrill of Everest and Rombuk has chilled since yesterday.
This mountain road is incredibly beautiful. And it’s a good thing, because we’ve been driving for days.
Scenes from the road:
More hours and minutes in the 4Runner, winding through the Himalayas, laden with the uncomfortable knowledge that when we get to Gyantse there could be another tour guide waiting for us. And there aren’t any more seats in the car, so someone is going to have to go back to Lhasa.
But before we reached that apex of awkwardness, we made our final tourist stop of the day at Pelkhor Chode Monastery.
This morning we all piled into the trusty 4Runner (the same model that every other tour group drives around in this city) and started the trip to Everest. Sijila driving, Tsering in the back, and James, Sam, Kristy and I out-of-our-mind excited about seeing Everest (hopefully. It will depend on the weather). But Everest is a couple of days of driving away, and I assume there a few things to see on the road.
The road to Everest slinks along the hips of the lower Himalayas.
Drepung Monastery is the biggest monastery in Tibet. At times it has housed ten thousand monks, but today its population is closer to a few hundred. I took so many pictures here, we’ll just let them guide our little tour.
A young monk walk with his hot water canister. Happily, this idyllic shot does not include the open sewer to his right, sweeping away the waste of hundred of monks. It was about as literal as the expression “holy shit” gets.
After Potala Palace we toured Jokhang Temple. It is considered the most important temple in Tibetan Buddhism, so pilgrims from all over Tibet make the journey to Lhasa at least once in their lives to prostrate themselves here. The pilgrimage itself must be back-breaking work, considering the Tibetan plateau is one of the most remote places in the world and not many can afford to make the trip in a 4-Runner. So many people trek on foot, stopping along the way to meditate and pray. The most devout will travel the last miles on their hands and knees and stomachs, performing prostrations by kneeling with their arms in the air then sliding their hands on the ground in front of them to lie flat. What I would think of as an excruciatingly slow and painful ordeal, these pilgrims probably consider transcendent.
I’ve re-posted this picture because 1) I think it’s awesome, and 2) that white building on the left horizon is the temple.
We finally have our fourth tour member! He’s a Chinese man from Taiwan who studies immunology at UCLA (small world!). (If I remembered all that correctly.) He’s very nice, if a tad incapable of filtering his…enthusiasm. While we are pretty flexible, James seems a bit more…aggressive.
We went to the Potala Palace in the morning. It seemed very important to get there at a designated time, I think because you have to reserve your entrance time beforehand and you only have a limited duration to actually be in the palace. But the whole time we were there, I couldn’t figure out how anyone would know your entrance time. I think it was all a hoax. Even so, James wasn’t the picture of patience when we wanted to take some shots of the facade of this incredible building. It looks ancient and harsh and foreboding and vaguely Siberian – built on a little mountain so it towers over the city that grew around it. I would say that it is one of the most impressive buildings I’ve ever seen.
Potala Palace. You have to walk up all those switchbacking steps, so it took a while because it’s like we have emphysema and mono in this altitude.
For breakfast we went to the same place as dinner last night. I could claim that the magical view of Jokhang drew us back, but really is was the menu’s promise of pancakes that did us in. Honey pancakes, maybe? Or apple? Anyway, this battle was over last night when we saw it on the menu. We didn’t have a chance.

We sat next to this beautiful little girl and her family. She was entranced with Sam’s unique and confusing combination of her vaguely ethnic Chinese appearance and her western clothing and obviously foreign counterparts. The girl really could not take her eyes off Sam. Affording me the opportunity to steal some surreptitious just-gonna-set-this-camera-on-the-table-with-the-telephoto-lens-pointed-at-your-face-don’t-mind-me candid shots.

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