Saturday, July 9, 2011

through the mud

Our little van bumped and swayed up the muddy, slippery road to Namo Buddha, through lush, green forests and past even greener rice fields. Prem, our trusty driver, truly a master of his vehicle, spun the wheel to the left, then sharply to the right, manoeuvring through the muck. At one point, half the passengers, including myself, were kindly asked to get out and start walking in order to lighten the weight of the van, which seemed content to sink deeper into the mud.

I have no idea how long the journey took— I refused to look at any time-telling device. Eventually, I found myself before the impressive, golden-roofed Thrangu Tashi Yangtse Monastery, perched atop a hill that anywhere else would be called a mountain. Clouds slithered over the dark crests of hills, lazily curling up among the rice paddies in the valley below. Somewhere, hidden beyond them, great mountains slept.


Sue Pownall said...

Loving all your posts and photos. That mud looks awful to travel in though.

barbara said...

Wow! I seem to be saying that a lot!

Those terraced fields and the monastary - fantastic

but why does that child have his jacket tied to a rope tied to a post?


szaza said...

Thank you, Sue!

Thanks, Barbara-- the boy was collecting tolls for the road, so perhaps it was a way to get people to notice him? He was a pretty small fellow.