Shangri-la Detours and Sights

So, now I am actually back in Lhasa, but would like to tell you all about our road trip out to the Everest Base Camp and back. On the road Internet cafes were not as available, so I will have to play catch-up.

Last Friday, we met up with two fellow travelers (Lis and Ryan, who we originally met in Xining) and all went on a road trip together. We decided to save some money and go for the old 1980's Japanese built tank of a 4x4 vehicle. It had nice, roomy seats, a huge back end for packs and a cheery driver. Perfect!

We left Lhasa in the morning - probably not exactly on time, but close enough by Chinese standards. Our first stop? The exotic gas station. Wooooo! We pull into the gas station and figured out that you can fill the gas tank just a little bit more by rocking the car back and forth. So, after that exciting stop, we were ready to roll - almost. Our car just wouldn't really start. It wouldn't turn over at all. So, he threw open the hood and after about 20 minutes we hit the road. First stop, Yamdrok-tso (Yamdrok Lake).

It was a little grey out and kinda misty, but we were all thinking, "hey the road is really nice, why do we need the 4x4?" Oh, we were about to find out! Before the lake, we got to go through the first check point. Pretty low key. The driver had to pull over and the officer looked at some of the driver's paperwork and then waved us through.

We wound up pulling over shortly after at a scenic outlook. There, we met up with another tour group with a couple of Japanese tourists who we had met in Xining, a white woman who spoke Japanese and another Japanese women. We would wind up spending quite a bit of "rest time" with them on our trip the first day as our car was quite stubborn about starting up, like, all of the time. So, after the scenic spot, and waiting for the two drivers to start up our car, we were off to see the lake.

The lake, quite far from spectacular. It was quite grey out and was pretty cold and rainy. There were quite a few of people selling things and trying to get you to take a picture on their yak or next to their dogs or whatever. We had a little look around, but there wasn't too much to see and the clouds were pretty low and thick. So, we got back into the car and waited to get it started up before continuing on our journey.

It was starting to clear a little in spurts. The landscape was absolutely stunning! I am not the biggest scenery watcher, but I was completely mesmerized by the beauty of the land. Truly, there are no words to really describe just how amazingly beautiful it is out here. Both of us took a gazillion (okay, maybe a few less) pictures, but could have taken much more. Everything was beautiful and photo worthy - I think that I have at least a couple thousand images in my head that will serve me well in my lifetime. I only wish that I had bigger eyes to take in more of my surroundings. The hundreds of pictures we did take just don't do the area justice.

Our driver asked us if it would be okay to stop by the Sakya Monastery now rather than on the last day, we all agreed and we headed off to the monastery in Gyantse. OHMYGOD! The road was not so much a road as an adventure ride. I don't think my bottom was in contact with my seat the majority of the time we were on the "road". Every now and then I would catch the driver's eye in the mirror and he would start smiling as he revved up for another launching bump in the road. Honestly, he was one of the best drivers I have ever seen! Really impressive with all of the road obstacles we encountered along the way. Anyhow, next was onto the Gyantse Kunbum!

The site was interesting - a chorten packed with little rooms filled with wall murals and, yes, course, big plaster statues. Floor after floor of these little rooms that I even had to bend over to get into. Matt and I were really winded because of the high altitude, so went really slow around all of the rooms. A couple of time, Matt got the wind scared out of him by a couple of pigeons. Pigeons. From the chorten we had a great view of the Gyantse dzong (fort). After shaking off some children aggressively asking for money, we all got in the car and headed off to Shigatse.

After a good night's rest, we all went to the Tashilhunpo Monastery. It was an interesting place to go around, I saw a lot of monks counting money during my time there. This monastery is the seat of the Panchen Lama (scholar Lama) lineage and there is some history between the following parties: The seat of the Panchen Lama, the Dali Lama and the PRC (go figure). Three guesses as to which party was trying to encourage a divide between the other two parties. So, the big rock stars of this monastery are Panchen Lamas 9 (PL with moustache), 10 (the big guy) and 11 (the disputed Chinese-sponsored PL who was a young boy). There was a little quasi-museum with a bunch of old pictures showing how well the 10th PL got along with Mao and other leaders of the PRC.

Next, our driver asked us if we would like to go to Sakya now rather than on the way back. We all agreed, so we set off for the Sakya Monastery. Our driver got a part for the car so we didn't break down as much the second day. One of the obstacles we ran into heading to Sakya was that for whatever reason, we could not always drive on the road. So he would have to pull off the road and maneuver the "detour" route. The "detour" we ran into this time was a tunnel under a bridge. Our car with luggage rack was not going to fit through. We tried a couple of times, but no go. So, Matt, our driver and the Japanese tour group driver took off the rack and carried it over to the other side. Once through, the next task was attaching the roof rack back onto the car. This became quite the spectacle.

Anyhow, the Sakya Monastery was cool! I really liked it for whatever reason. When we entered, it was really low key, nice. We went to one of the buildings to find dozens of monks sitting in the room chanting. Very cool. It was grey out, so the only light was from the butter lamps around the room. I don't know, I didn't really talk to any of the monks, but they just seemed to be really warm and friendly there. We enjoyed looking around the monastery and came across a very curious room - the chapel was of people being tortured and had limbs hanging from the ceiling and a lot of painted on blood. Right next to that chapel was a little room filled with stuffed animals - not like, taxidermy, think more on the plush side. Weird. Anyhow, we saw our driver wandering around the courtyard and figured that he was looking for us. So, we headed back to the car and continued on to Shegar.

In Shegar we didn't really do anything. We grabbed a bite at a not so great Sichuan restaurant and hit the sack. My sack had a huge crater in the middle, so I didn't sleep too well - kind of like trying to go to sleep in a belly-flop position. The next day many of us were not feeling very well from the proven not so great Sichuan food from next door. The first thing we did was to go get our permits for Everest Base Camp.

Then more driving - luckily, I was the best off, as I had only consumed my good ol' standby of potatoes the night before. So, on the way to the Base Camp we wound up taking a break on to of a mountain. There were a lot of kids trying to sell you stuff from the moment the car rolled up. A couple of little girls latched onto me. I told them that I wasn't interested and gave them a little side hug. They really responded to that. They no longer were really interested in selling me something, but, rather, getting more hugs. They were so cute! Eventually Matt did buy some prayer flags from one of them, she got so excited to get the 5 yuan! She just beamed and called out "thank you" very brightly. When it was time for us to leave, I was approached by an older man who asked me to buy a rock. I looked him in the eye and politely said that I didn't want it and smiled. He smiled and thanked me for being so kind. He told me in English that many people aren't very kind to him and don't bother to smile even if they aren't interested in buying anything, instead they act very angry. He also thanked me for loving the children because they are often treated not very kindly. Finally, time to get into the truck, all of the little girls I was playing with came over to the car and the one we bought the flags from called me her good friend - they all gave me hugs and waved as we drove off.

The last stop before the base camp was for lunch in a small town. We again had Sichuan food - really good potatoes! In our restaurant was a huge poster with Western-ish looking food - we have seen this same poster in many restaurants around the country. I don't know what it is about this particular poster, but many Chinese restaurants seem to have it.

Anyhow, now, finally, Everest Base Camp!

The road is really bumpy and we go through a nature preserve. It was a little misty out, but still beautiful. We get about 400 meters from the base camp drop off when - flat tire. We all get out, driver laughs a little (what else can you do?) and he changes that flat in about 5 minutes! So, we roll in and head up to the camp. Part way up I don't know exactly what I did - I think I was trying to equalize my ears and got a little dizzy, slid in a weird way and wound up twisting my ankle. Eventually, I caught a horse cart for the rest of the way up.

At camp, we found a really nice tent. Really nice, more like a semi-mobile hotel. They had nice, clean and comfortable benches/beds and a stove in the center of the room. We threw down our packs and went out to explore the camp a little bit. Here we ran into some more of the same travelers we had seen during various parts of our travels. We were all pretty tired. So we crashed. Me a little later than the others. At one point, while I was writing, the Tibetan man who was in charge of his tent, came over to cover Lis' eyes with the blanket. The way he was doing it or something - I don't know why, but he and I found what he was doing to be incredible hilarious! We couldn't stop laughing. When he finished he gave me a good pat on the back (both still laughing) and filled my tea cup.

The next morning, Matt and I were pretty sleepy - we had a hard time sleeping. I blame his long legs. We went out to see if Everest was going to make an appearance this morning. Nope. Cloud cover. So, we waited. and waited. and waited. Matt went to the top of an outlook and I went past the barrier (hey, I look Chinese - who's going to stop me?). The clouds started to lift and clear out and we were suddenly standing in full view of Mt. Everest. Breathtaking! Eventually, we went over to the base camp sign to take some pictures (comrade and other) and we wound up running into our driver.

After a bit, we caught a horse cart back down, only to run into our driver again and started the journey home. We decided to drive back to Shigatse. Our drive back was really quite an experience! We really got to see what our 20+ year old car was made of! The first real challenge (besides starting up on a regular basis) was one of the river detours we had to take. We don't know why we had to to take it as the road looked just fine and no one was working on it at the time. Maybe the road was just too new to drive on yet or something. Anyhow, so we off-roaded it. In a riverbed. It was fun. There was a bit of a traffic jam so our driver tried to go around it and promptly became stuck - was it the mud? the rocks? We didn't know, but we were stuck. Matt and Ryan got out of the car and started to push without much luck. Finally the driver told them to throw rocks under the tires while he floored it - front tire smoking, we made it out of that particular obstacle and were ready to face the next challenge.

A kind of American Gladiators of sorts for cars, the next challenge was the incline (to get back onto the road). We watched many attempt and fail - Oh, what was that non-4x4 bus thinking? The time came when we were up. Our driver backed up a little and gunned it and...well, you know that big Viking ship ride at amusement parks? It was kind of like that. We went really fast up and then just as fast back down. He told and motioned for us to get out of the car. He backed it way up and let 'er rip. Success! We all scrambled up the hill and back into the car. Our driver had the best laugh and the 4 songs he was able to play on the tape deck will forever be in my memory - laughing, singing and cheering we set off for the next roadside challenge. As we were leaving he slowed way down so we could watch the bus make another attempt at the incline.

The next challenge was the obstacle course. We were driving down the road when all of a sudden our driver starts to look around, like, a lot. Suddenly he stops, backs up a little and asks some locals by the roadside a question. They all nod and he pays him some money. They move some rocks and we go through. We are speeding along a little village path, normally for tractors and horse carts. We race past an official looking building. Lis asks the driver if that was a check point. The driver laughs a little and says yes. She them asked him why we are driving around it as we have permits. He tells her that "sometimes they don't like to let people through". Silent pause. He starts to laugh and points at the check station and laughs. We all start to laugh as we make our little round about around the check point through this little village. Sooner or later we were driving parallel to the main road when we see a very official looking black 4x4 with tinted windows, lights and a siren approaching us from the main road. Inside were some very serious looking PSB officials, who were not amused with something. Our driver got very serious and just plowed on. We got back onto the main road with a couple of other vehicles who took the same route we had taken. The big black car got closer to us and then passed us to pull over a rather large truck. I guess that would be more suspicious, a big truck taking the "detour" rather than a couple of 4x4s carrying no more than 10 tourists.

Anyhow, after that we all exhaled. Relief!

The last challenge was both a mental and physical challenge. We took another "detour" from the main road in which we cut through another village. Everything was going well until we stumbled across a truck that was hopelessly stuck. The back wheels were, well, screwed! One wouldn't move at all because it was so stuck in the mud and the other was touching nothing - so just spinning. Was our driver going to sit around and wait for it to work itself out? No! He's a man of action - so he and some of the locals tried a couple of things to try to unstick it, but the truck would not budge. So he gathered up some more people to push the truck from side to side and he was able to get it to budge. The truck slowly lurched from its pit and promptly slid along to the next big muddy hole, almost got stuck again, but managed to crawl out of it.

Our last night of our road trip was back in Shigatse. We wound up getting a really nice room - shared bathroom facilities, but at least they were clean (can't say the same about Everest - literally 2 feet of shit surrounding (that would be 2 feet out from the toilet and about 1 foot up) the pit toilet squatter and in front of the platform? Why, a lake a urine! I don't understand what the problem is, I mean I did not grow up with squatters, yet I have never managed to miss that badly AND if I did happen to grossly misjudge where my waste was going, I would try to just take the paper and shove it down the hole. Y'know clean up after myself. I mean, really, how did 2 feet all the way around happen? Yes, I peed on my feet and there was no one else to blame but myself (er...and the dark) for that one, but I did clean up after myself and it's not like I just chose to take a big dump 2 feet to the left of the toilet and leave it there for someone else to deal with. Also, there should be a rule that if you are unsure about how to use a pedestal toilet, do not attempt it. Anyhow, back to the story) which we didn't always have along the trip. We all went to a great restaurant called, Tashi and I had a most excellent vegetable korma and garlic naan (oooh, yummmm).

The next morning, back to Lhasa. We decided to drive most of the way through - we did stop so our driver could wash the car with water from a nearby stream, but no big challenges on the last day. He got stopped by a PSB officer about his seat belt, one time he pretended to put it on (tucked the strap under his leg) and the other time took it off as soon as we were out of sight.

We did stop at a little town as a horse festival was letting out. It was so cool to see all of the people in their traditional dress - also knowing for many of these people these are the clothes they wear everyday, not just for the tourist shows. We wandered around a little bit - the pictures aren't very good because I didn't feel like taking pictures. But, back at the car, a bunch of little kids came over and were asking for candy. I didn't have any, so I took some pictures of them. They were thrilled! They loved seeing their picture on my little screen. One of the little boys had a toy camera and started to click away at me. The kids are great!

All in all it was a really fun trip, a lot of time in the car, but at least we had the perfect vehicle and driver to make the trip exactly what I was hoping for. I really love it here in Tibet and don't want to leave. Lhasa is a really cool city, but everyone should try to get out and enjoy the scenery and people in the countryside. If you have the interest and means to get out here, do so, soon as it will change fast. We were lamenting that it really may not be too distant in the future that a deluxe hotel will pop up at base camp, complete with plastic palm tree. This place is truly amazing.