On the holy mountain

My “monk” friend picked me up on his motorcycle and drove me out to the holy mountain. It was nice, with beautiful views and prayer flags everywhere. Unfortunately it was cold on the bike and it rained on the way back. Luckily, I had moved to a hotel with showers, and I was able to take a steaming hot shower (located downstairs in the courtyard), my first since I left Chengdu five days ago. Tibetan territory is not a place for hedonists. Today was also a good chance to do laundry (using the hose outside), since I’ll be here tomorrow.

I’m not staying because it’s great (Tagong was better), but this week is the big Chinese “golden week” holiday celebrating the founding of the People’s Republic of China, when everyone travels. Even though I have seen a lot of Chinese tourists, most are just passing through. I’m worried that when I get to Yunnan I will meet up with the hoards.