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It is the Tibetan Plateaus, after all distances… Through the mountains and the valleys, the landscape radically changed and gave a sense of something dreamt since long.. Nangchen, a small city on the side of the river and between few mountains, monasteries, monks, and Yaks..
A day around in the chilling cold, meeting a couple of people, it is amazing, every single person looking at you, wandering about the foreigner, they touch you sometimes, give you over their baby for a blessing.. For the good luck or the good faith, they are great, everybody smiling, wandering.. In the background the wind blowing the snow from the peaks..
Walking, finally, legs bringing you to the monastery, young monks play around clapping their hands with some sayings. The old monk not to be bothered sits in a room, the atmosphere good, the snowed mountains throughout the window, he just sing.. some encent, it smells good.
The youngest have fun, the usual starring at is not gone. After a good hour, the mountain is ahead.. Slowly making the way up, looking at the view changing, Nangchen getting far, and then discovering this great little monastery, millions of flags, people walking around a couple of rocks praying, the budhist energy, right there. The view magnificent, wandering and meeting the old lady sitting, praying, everyday coming up, praying and then getting back home. For then again the next day coming up and praying.. Again, and again..
Near the edge of the mountain, four monks are sitting in the cold hard wind, looking endlessly in their mind.
Some chills.
The sound of the flag rythming hours.. The claps and the great landscape ahead.. Looking at the happiness..
This is Tibet and it is magnificent..
