Sept.17 Lhasa (Potala Palace, Barkhor Street)
Scared to survive the first night, early in the morning up and find that the first pain, but not so Yulie kind. Cold water over the face, head and actually not so painful. Panda said the administration appears to cold-water bath altitude sickness does make sense. Today's plan is to go to the Potala Palace.
Think of each day, as in a state of readiness in the morning the first sense of self, about how the state, and then decide whether to proceed with planned activities, brush the teeth I do not laugh Lord. All good, apart from distressed my essence, Jin Zhi Wangwai take myself simmering, volatile lost more than half. Wow -! 300 Tai Yuen ah This little one vial.
The back door on the Potala Palace, the province of a lot of strength. From the close of the magnificent Potala Palace, a taste, I was truly delighted. But is open to visitors but only tip of the iceberg, I am convinced that far the most rare treasures hidden in the palace, the depths of closure is not seen as ordinary people. Recalcitrant to prop up the security division of the Lama Temple demanded a pure white hada, we face again and again I do not know which Gaoren Beit al.
The main hall of the name, the impression has been vague, just remember to line up into the visit, left out of the door into the right hand door, and then I actually clockwise direction. I do not know why, maybe its a bit weird a long bar, sat in the middle of the elderly suddenly take the initiative to shake hands with me, smiling, asked us a line come from. I am honest answer, and jokes that go back and do not wash hands, and contaminated the benevolence of the Aura.
Jinding visitors intensive, it is uninteresting. Beating around the bush down, layers of stairs and found torn OK to exit.
"Kazuo When closed, Wan Fu Mo open." Leaning a ladder on the sleepy security, but it occupies the most important corridor spaces. Some hot afternoon sun, Dianwai the bottom of the stairs, huge Buddha figure showed the presence of the courtyard shop every 3 meters sat a Tibetan woman, carefully repairing the edge of a Buddha figure. Sunning of the Buddha figure annual grand festival is that it should be the sun.
However, I do not want to go out this way because it missed the "king of holes."
At this point, and had met with and elegant.
I climb the stairs on the complex are wondering how to reverse and to, a lama to mention pot in the corner. Pour immediately stepped forward, made it clear that purpose in coming. Lama is pleased to promise, to take us through the "no-go" a monk sidewalk, and soon arrived in the "king of holes." Very serious for us to use unskilled Mandarin explain Tsongkhapa, yellow Gelugpa, King Songtsan, Sakyamuni flesh, V, Dalai Lama, white mother, and King Tu law-enforcement and the historical legacy of Buddhist stories were . I get the chance because it white, but also donate a lot.
Lama hospitality, inviting us to guest accommodation. Commodities butter tea, taste of Tibetan DCB, took a photograph, leave each other address of phone. Left, met Lama's teacher, I am pleasantly surprised to find that the main hall where the teacher is actually the one who shook hands with our elders. Teachers also recognized us, hands clasped together bless each one of us health and peace.
Lama said that we'll be very lucky, you can have the opportunity to see a rare "Sunning of the Buddha"; I also feel that we'll be very lucky, you can have the opportunity to be friends with the Potala Palace, Lama.
Lama's name is Dan spit. 3 years ago from his home in a small temple to the Potala Palace, the Lama continued his career. Tu Dan people are very nice, the evening was also called to tell us that Namco snow, and still remember to wear clothes, something happens to find him.
In the downhill of the road, sitting curled a face of vicissitudes old woman, constantly rotating through the wheel, repeatedly recited Liuzizhenyan. You do not feel sad that she had any true inner feelings, her heart full of hope and admiration. She gestures add a single word with us her story, I will put together into sentences Qilingbala phrase: her home in Shigatse, a few months ago came to Lhasa, pilgrims, their savings ran out, and now rely on begging save set the fare to return home, to be saved up enough time to toll again. We lamented the in Tibet, how many people in such a simple desire for a pure good and pure heart will be pious to the gods Feng, sustenance to God.
Tomorrow we must start to Nam Co, hand the letter still an arduous task ah. Surrounded by the famous Barkhor the Jokhang Temple, the problem should be difficult to resolve. Hey, my love crazy collection of ethnic arts and crafts has amassed piles of colorful, working odd colored items. Had about 7 points in Maggie. Ami collection is estimated that I could have wandered Barkhor folded. Came to Lhasa, Tibetan people are aware of this floor, Xiao Huang, reportedly very fitting characteristics, geographical wonders. Mu Yan sit back and Jokhang Temple and sunset, beautiful. Anyway, I do not feel anything, no look at decoration, has been caught up in the air rooftop garden. Sunset it, until the disappearance of the moment is still glaring, and then is the coolness Xiren.
Curry here seem far less willing to blanking, unleavened have I even suspect that their tongue. Italian vegetable soup and vegetable soup I've done similar, as I do not light, but the color clear enough. To a mushroom curry rice, we have waited for an hour; It is in this one-hour wind blowing and ask, I found that I just wash the head gradually can be arbitrarily heavy like a fiddle with the Pu waves drums, a rock on the pound, creaked. Really beat it, got up first, back to the hostel.
Also toss in a night slept well, low heat, continue to attack.
Author: shelphen
