Saturday, October 6, 2007

38 Weeks Severe Headache

butter and Huckelpiste

Dorje time was 9:30 clock and collect us to the big trip to Rizong, Alchi . Likir and the longest was the first motto - and it went through the most beautiful lunar landscape and green valleys with apricot trees (which we have harvested) past army bases and idyllic villages to Rizong.






Rizong is a very quiet place. We arrived there at 2 monks who opened the door for us, otherwise difficult to impressive silence reigned in the valley. The monastery itself is very nice, the rooms are worth seeing and a view over the valley meditative.








Then it was on to Alchi . As one of the few-if not the only one? - It is not even on the mountain but in a beautiful valley in apricot trees. The road through the village and the monastery itself reminded us of the feeling in Hampi. Alchi is only supported by three monks, but is no longer in service. The old rooms are dilapidated and look Laveder, the wall paintings are but a dream, and even this place is magical. All over flower beds of hollyhocks - and the old trees provided shade. We have There have liked more time, but the German Hatz drove us on ... so we were able to pull in just a phenomenal place apricot juice and chocolate cake for breakfast and stroll back to Dorjee's car.








Likir awaited us in the warm evening light. The valley was another beauty, the monastery itself offered a high Buddha statue, which looked out over the valley. We went nowhere, but circled the Buddha several times and met a funny little family that we endless were allowed to take pictures and very glad.








Dorje, our driver, had an uncle who is in Likir monk. And that took us to a butter in his monk's cell. We sat there, lined up close and dared us to the much-described butter tea. ... salty, how thin broth. The head is the word "tea" is not so together. It caused no excitement in their tea and Betty gave secretly to Micah (as not to appear rude) .. had to watch out because it was immediately refilled - and no sooner had they tortured inside a cup, it was already full.
But for all of us it was one of the most memorable experience - the view from the monastic cell of the valley.


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