We then climbed seven hours down the mountain. Going down is HARD, let me tell you. The last hour, I was hobbling--my ankle was hurting, but worse still, my right leg was just destroyed. Later that night I couldn't bend it at all and could barely walk. But overall it was an enjoyable experience. We saw some magnificent sites, some really magical looking temples, and they monkeys were just crazy! They would grab people's bags, pull out anything edible (juice boxes, bottles of water, raw eggs) and run into the trees to eat them. One of them attacked this older woman who was screaming "hozi!" ("monkey!") I tried to stop myself laughing but I couldn't, it was too funny. The official policy with the monkeys is don't feed them--the authorities have put them on a diet because they are getting fat and greedy from tourists' food. You have to be very careful with them and are advised to carry a big stick. There are some wardens who walk the paths but they are few and far between. It is a little scary when you're descending the trail by yourself, with at least an hour between you and the nearest little mountain concession stand or warden.
Lhasa is such an interesting city. We've been here for two days now. On the one hand, it is so developed by the Han Chinese that much of it looks like an old Chinese city. In fact, there are more Han in Lhasa than Tibetans. But there is still a core of Tibetan culture, like the Potala palace (the old residence of the Dali Llama), the Jokhang temple, or the old neighborhoods bustling with circumabulating monks and with the smell of frying yak in the air. Speaking of yak, I had a yak burger, and it was pretty good--tasted like beef. At the Jokhang temple, Pan-Pan was yelled at by some woman at a concession stand for dressing inappropriately! She said something like "respect the temple when you're here, I hate that sort of thing." We were very confused and figured that she must have been referring to PP's skirt, which stopped around mid-calf--pretty long by most standards. Anyways, now we know to be extra careful. In India it will be even more intense, I'm sure.
Today we got our ticket vouchers for Potala Palace, and we can use them tomorrow (you have to get tickets a day in advance). Then we're going to the Sera Monastery to see the monk debates. We've already located two travelling companions to go with us on the Friendship Highway, which will take us to the Nepal border and visit most of the main sites along the way. We found them on the notice board at our hostel. We met them today--two American boys our age--and I think we'll have a good time with them. We'll get a jeep with a driver and a guide and spend five nights on the road, going from place to place, until we get to Nepal. I'm really looking forward to seeing the Samye monastery, oldest in Tibet, and the Everest base camp, which has amazing views of Everest. But even the Friendship Highway itself is supposed to be very scenic, though treacherous.
Here are a couple pictures, the first a view of the area around Johkbar temple, seen from the rooftop, and the second of Potala palace.
This will probably be the last post I'll be able to make until Nepal. I'm sure I'll arrive in Kathmandu with all sorts of stories and pictures--hopefully I'll be able to post a few!
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