Are particularly good night sleep yesterday, today morning, and the faithful group exchange he realized we all felt after last night came to Tibet, the most practical of sleep a night, perhaps as it has been a few days, so to alleviate altitude sickness the sake bar.
After breakfast, we will have start to Tashilhunpo. Far, I will know that, that our streets to which the stroll last night and this is precisely the end of the back of Tashilhunpo ah.
Into the Tashilhunpo, a pretty big square, people rarely, and only a few monks in twos and threes in the corner of the square on the steps quietly sat, basking in the sun, next to be lazy and fat of the curly dogs tummy, sort of pickled people feel lazy mood suddenly relax down.
Slowly, slowly walked to the Tashilhunpo in, this time it felt that the original road will also take a few steps so to much effort, and really can use "take three steps, dyspnea 2" to describe my time, because here elevation relationship (3900 meters), everything is dry, dry nose, always feel that I have something Duzhe, and then walk a few steps would have to stop, breathe, on a few mouthfuls, but no longer dizzy head off, probably adapted to the relationship bar.
To see a row of Sule Pagoda, listening to the tour guides to explain, and flew pictured.
About a block meditation hall, watched a bit Master Panchen Lama. To be honest, for me that before coming to Tibet, Tibetan Buddhism, the basic terms of belonging to people who know nothing about (in addition to the previous two months, the possession of missionary work across the web to carry out intensive training, is a genuine temporary hold Buddha leg), rather than to see so many of the pagoda, it is better to see scenery (I am not very ignorant).
My husband shot too many as the Golden, Falun, streamer, red or white wall, a very special carved wooden window frames, pure blue sky, beautiful clouds ... ...
Tashilhunpo out only when it has just been close to noon, today, we would also like to rush back to Lhasa, then!
The return trip, drivers, Big Brother has proven we are a small village in a roadside stop a moment, because we want to shoot a bit of natural scenery and folk things.
I and several female compatriots, together, the first thing to look for an open-air toilet. When we help each other cover the settlement of this important matter, I am delighted to find that the car has already run off the road, about 200 meters, there is a little old old iron bridge, and strange, just sat in the car how to open out of date not aware of? ! Approached another discovery, the bridge actually has a very old stone, the above is very simple to read: "The China-Nepal Highway, Xigaze general segment, a sewer system - Qushui." Although the trip is not the world we aspire to Everest, but here, on his way back to Lhasa, knowing we are walking in the China-Nepal Highway, then I was also pleased, do not you, because this road can gain access to Nepal ah , but Everest is standing at the junction between China and Nepal, ah!
When I was very satisfied to be here left a shadow before heard in the distance the car, the driver Tashi is being pressed brother kept the speakers are urged us to get on the train, so we started to return to run, run in my husband the front, "I should be the last one of this car had it, I am sorry to everyone waiting for us." I think They leak.
Suddenly, a small village's inhabitants - about 7,8 year-old boy from the side Xiecha cold-called out, running in the middle of my husband, and then he suddenly stopped, so I ran back, in my lumbar Inter took a slap in the face. Because I was rushing to the car, no cares, the car will find that my waist there is a beach after the greasy, and the existence of a rich, butter flavor, alas, this naughty little boy Tibetan!
Author: maggiezw
