Outside the un-opened train station |
Typical Tibetan facade |
Lotse, our guide |
After we settled in our hotel, we walked with some other members of the group to dinner at a local restaurant. The main dish to be served was a yak burger with cheese (for Miss Pratt - ate 1/3 of it) and yak dumplings for me - delicious. In the three blocks we walked, we managed to be ambushed by a hail storm, freezing cold rain, and on the way back, a vendor following us who simply would not take "no" for an answer. An awful night's sleep due to the combination of a super firm mattress and low oxygen levels, the next day wasn't looking great.
This old monk had no problems hiking up to the monastery |
Riot gear at one of the temples |
Monks debating in monastery |
The last major stops were Jokhang Temple (complete with pilgrims praying outside) and the Potala Palace which is the symbolic seat of government for Tibet under the Dalai Lama. Miss Pratt didn't go up because it was a very hard climb, though not necessary because the two of us had been the night before to Potala Square across the street.
Rickshaw in Lhasa |
Potala Square is a lot like Tian'anmen Square in Beijing: it is a big, open area with a tall flag pole raised on a marble platform flanked by two armed military guards, a large Chinese flag waving in the wind. The only way to enter is through underground passages and security checks that rival most airports. Once past that, up another flight of stairs (Pratt is dying at this point) and then a whopping 150 meters to the sideline of the main square. Whew!!! It was worth it though. We had majestic views of the palace lit at night with a backdrop of dark clouds against the evening twilight - no, not the vampire movies. The square was alive with loud music and hundreds of locals dancing the night away accompanied by a brightly-lit fountain like that at the Bellagio in Las Vegas.
Potala Palace, Lhasa |
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