Today we would go back to Nyalam, back where our yatra had started in Tibet.
As we left Dongma, I fell asleep in the bus, and suddenly woke up to find we had stopped. Even the shortest of stops is beautiful because of the exotic colors of Tibet. I have often wondered if people who live in the desert make up for the monotony of color in natural design with the color combinations in manmade design. Every Tibetan establishment - a shop, a restaurant or a mudhouse is decorated with beautifully hand-painted designs in primary colors, the brighter the better.
a road stop at Saga |
what is a mutual benefit supermarket? a co-op? |
getting ready on the street |
Bhairava |
the roads of Tibet |
our Chinese guides at extreme left and right, our bus driver - the movie actor Johnny second from right, with three Sherpas |
The bus started again, and the lulling motion put me back to sleep. The exhausted body was healing as we rested in lower elevations each day, and it badly needed sleep.
lunch stop |
photographer photographed |
photographer photographed |
cows in the meadow |
sheep in the pasture |
burned tire in the bus in front |
We texted people in the other two buses that had gone ahead and would have to stop at the checkpoint because our entire group was on one permit, and we needed to cross the checkpoint together. The new rule from August 2014 (after a couple of accidents in Lhasa) said that regardless of the size of the bus, a maximum of 18 people could sit in a bus with a police constable and the driver. Good sense prevailed, and with the two policemen in agreement, the people from the other bus came to sit in our bus. Our bus now had 36 passengers instead of the legally permitted number. We set off with the other bus carrying only the policeman besides the driver. Our little episode had a local audience below.
pretty locals gathered to look at our bus with the burning tire |
this is new - the Chinese government is promoting tourism in Tibet bigtime |
Thong La pass |
This was a long sleep day for me, except for the photo opportunities now and then. Close to 6pm, entering Nyalam, the buses stopped again at a bed-and-breakfast kind of place that seemed to have a nursery within - we could see a lot of plants grown against the glass windows on the upper floor. There were cows grazing peacefully - I wonder often how cows ever lived without domestication. Or did something evolve into cows after being domesticated? It is pretty much inconceivable to think of cows without human protectors - there is no animal the cow can attack or intimidate in any way.
a stop to wash the buses before entering Nyalam, cutie cows outside the bed and breakfast |
The women in the group got adjusted to this cramped arrangements easier than the men who would not sleep two to a bed four feet wide. I asked the hotel desk if there were other rooms, and they said they would swap out a 2-bed room that had an attached bathroom, with two 4-bed rooms without an attached bathroom - so we could have eight beds instead of two beds and a couple of extra mattresses on the floor as long as the persons would use the common restroom at the end of the passage.
Travel tip for the yatri - Why would the travel agent not be running around facilitating this for us? Why do I need to run up and down the stairs, breathless with altitude sickness and with increasing respiratory allergies from the dust to arrange this for the gropu - and this is just one of the many reasons I personally recommend not ever using Travelorg/ Travelorg India for any travel.
As we finally settled in, we at least had a few private bathrooms to take hot showers in. This was not the greatest - some rooms did not get hot water, some ran out of hot water. I guess my room was one of the lucky ones, we heard the horror stories from the others later. Well, we had our own challenge, the toilet flush did not work, so we had to fill buckets from the shower to flush the toilet. There was fungus on the bathroom walls, which was slightly better than a couple of rooms that had widespread fungus on the ceilings. We knew we had paid a pretty penny for accommodations that were surely not that expensive.
We booked a room to honor the Sherpas after dinner. After a delayed dinner that nobody was complaining about - the Sherpa team had been working since early morning, helping with the burned tire, and now had reached late and cooked dinner - the Swamijis honored them with a white satin sash and a cash gift (our collective Chinmaya tip divided among Sherpas, drivers and Chinese guides).
the post-dinner gathering to honor the Sherpa team |
the post-dinner gathering to honor the Sherpa team |
honoring the Sherpas |
honoring the Sherpas |
To the very end, giving more than they receive, the Sherpas had baked an eggless cake saying Thankyou. It is amazing how this community is so hard-working and humble.
The short function ended with each of us paying $250 for the helicopter trip the next day. According to the Travelorg/Travelorg India agent, there was no other option, there had been a second landslide. By now, I knew better - I messaged a few friends to search on the Internet for a fresh landslide in Nepal, they texted back there was no such information.
The logistics do not allow time to stop and think, but there is a constant chant inside to my ΓΌber dad - Aum Namaha Shivaaya.
Tomorrow, back in Kathmandu.
AUM Namaha Shivaaya!!
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