Full moon in Lhasa

Full moon over the Tsuk lak khang (JoKhang) square.

The moon over DICOS.

New Mandala Restaurant Roof.
Dinner with friends. Cold weather and wonderful Indian food.
Student life:
(Left to right) Joe's arm, Ephriam, Martin, Jeannine, Marcus, Atisha. (Alice takes the picture).
At the Nangma.
Our favorite Dog Restaurant.
Funny faces

Our favorite Breakfast spot, the Namtso Restaurant at Banakshol hotel.

Atisha wearing Marcus's hat and shirt. Well, I couldn't let Atisha attend an important ceremony for evaluation week without a nice shirt, could I?
That's right folks, it's evaluation week, and there's nothing funny about that. Nope, no one's smiling here. I mean, what could be funny about hundreds of students creating a half modern Chinese half 'traditional' Tibetan Nangma experience in the school auditorium for a bunch of suits from Beijing? Maybe if they dance pretty enough and impress their 'nativeness' on the Harvard educated reviewers and number crunchers, then they will allow the school to survive for another ten years? After all, Tibetans are 'The People' too, aren't they? They have been very good comrades so far I think.

Each class wore identical colored clothing and sang songs in turn, each class trying to out-do the next. Even the medical students sang clapped in unison like they were at Camp Cedar for the summer.
Time to shine students! There won't be a university to attend in the spring if you don't present those katas in good order!
Sing engineers, Sing!
Go Yak man! GO! Yes that is a fake Potala Palace in the background, it is an essential piece of any Nangma, although perhaps not usually of a university playhouse.
Ah, drummer boys.
One of the stars of the evening.

One question, where the reviewers sober at this point? That's them in the suits.

Party's over. I couldn't bare to take too many photos of the simulation, except this next one:


Recall that this is a university campus. How can a plastic palm tree that lights up be the ultimate insult? Well, now you know, about as much as I know.

Because of our exemplary behavior during evaluation week (we didn't do anything at all, meaning we didn't do anything bad), we were invited to a wonderful picnic at the Linka/museum.



We stayed all day and into the night. We saw Thonmi Sambhota's statue and an exhibition of the Tibetan writing styles through the ages.





One of the stranger written styles. This is the Ziyik (gzi yig) writing style, so named because it is written according to the design of the precious stone agate. It was considered beautiful in the shangshung era.
The Mayik (smar yig) style comes in both greater and lesser styles and is said to have been created by the founder of the Bon religion, Tonpa Shenrab, roughly 3000 years ago. The style is based on Persian writing and became an official writing style of the Tubo dynasty in the second century, A.D.

This is the common style of Uchen that I study. It comes from the mid-13th century writer Kyungpo Yutri and his Kyungdri style (khyung bris). There were eight different styles preceding his:
1) The square-brick style (so phag gshib 'dra).
2) The cockcrow style (bya pho 'jol 'dra).
3) The scattered grain style (nas sngon phying dkar steng bkram pa 'dra). I am not sure why this is translated so simply, as it seems to me that the full title is something like, "scattering old barley grain on white felt."
4) The pearl-bead style (mu tig star brgyus).
5) The grasshopper style (sbur nag bgrad 'dra). Also known as the Kham style.
6) The jumping fish style [nya mo chu nang nas phyung 'dra (like a female fish jumping from the water.")]
7) The rising lion syle (seng ge gnam l 'phyongs 'dra).
8) The flat-square style (leb ni gru bzhi bde legs).
We also saw half an exhibition of the gyumshi, the classical Tibetan medical text with many tankas (paintings) created based on the text's descriptions.


We were offered lunch, alcohol, cigarettes, majong and dice playing, dinner, more of the same, then dancing and singing with lots of drunken and happy teachers.
I can't really describe all that occurred in the evening, suffice to say that all the foreigners were made to sing funny songs, dance around, and drink lots of beer. There were even road sodas!
This is probably me in my next life...

Trip to Terdron hot springs and Drikung Kagyu

Ooops, wrong trip...is that a crushed beer can in that kid's hand?


Anne, Atisha, Ephriam, Julia, Martin, Rita, and I went on a little weekend trip to the Ani Gompa at Terdron complete with hot springs and lots of beautiful hiking.
The bus ride isn't so hard and although it was quite cold when we left at 6am, by the time the bus dropped us above the Terdron ani gompa the sun had warmed the gray earth for our arrival. There were probably twenty multicolored jeeps parked closer to the Chinese hotel "newly" built near the fabled healing hot springs. The ani gompa seemed to be in a state of disrepair at first, but we found at least eight young carpenters hard at work on new furniture in front of the main chapel. We negotiated ticket prices and a large cold room with seven beds before heading to the gompay sakhang for noodles, rice, and, for the adventurous boys, our first experience of snuff. A friendly looking Tibetan, apparently unafraid of sitting near the "Chee Gyay" (foreigners, literally it means 'outside country'), offered Atisha a little "nose medicine" as he called it. Although it took some convincing, I also tried a little. It's not all it's cracked up to be.
Soon after lunch, we set off to find the famous caves of the Dakinis we knew were in the area.

Jeanine's theory is that they used large arrows (perhaps with crossbows?) to shoot the prayer flags across the gorge. Some must have been thousands of feet long. They fluttered in the wind high above us as we hiked down and across the river and up the other side.

Some construction can be seen on the roof here. It appears that the nuns were either getting some big donations that the govt. allowed them to build with, or they were making plenty from charging for the hot springs. The place seemed quite busy, and, as there was a festival coming up, the buildings were being newly "painted". The painting process is surely unique to Tibetan culture. It basically involves rags covered in wet white chalk being slapped against rock until it turns sufficiently white, and it involves the painter being completely and comically covered in splattered white.

Nuns and locals at work.

Here the horseman stops to watch the spectacle of the painter on his ladder battling the white stuff.

This six sided star holding up the small stupa is the first I have seen. Although I have noticed six sided stars and swastikas on various paintings or weavings, this Kora worthy object was quite a surprise.
Lonely little cloud, from whence have you come?

Not much oxygen to breath up here. Hey, is that a climbable boulder up there?

Sweet overhangs! But Ephriam, you can't simultaneously pose for the picture and spot me.
ggrrrrrrrrr.
More hiking and more hiking...steeper and steeper and steeper. Did you know that some types of yak have shorter legs on one side because they have adapted to living on the sides of very steep mountains? Ha ha, some of you believed that for a second, didn't you.

Holy YAK!
This is where we met a special nun who ordered us to learn Tibetan and only then study dharma. She also was quite adamant that Julia shave her head and become a nun, but I don't think that advice is going to be taken.

Somewhere around here we noticed that Ephriam and Rita had been gone for an hour and we couldn't hear or see them. We had been hiking for several hours and it had become so steep that going down looked like quite a scary prospect. Noticing that the sun would be setting soon, we decided some of us would go down to the valley and Martin and I would stay to search the mountain top for our errant friends.

See the rooftop of the sakhang near the small stupa with a six sided star under it? Well, neither do I, but that is where Atisha and Julia were going to wave their bright colored coats in the air to indicate that they had either found Ephriam and Rita (yellow and red coats) or had not (red coat). Luckily it only took another half hour or so to find the lost sheep, who had been taking pictures on the summit and had confused the way back down. When we finally made it back it was getting dark and we soon found food and friends. Alice, Jeannine, Alice's sister and her boyfriend Greguar (sp? The first words he said to me were that he didn't expect me to be able to pronounce his name properly, Americans never can. He turned out to be an MIT alumni and a swell chap, in the end.) arrived from Lake Namtso, joining us just in time for a dip in the hot springs. After a nice warm bath eleven of us crammed into our seven person room and enjoyed some homemade chocolate cake and beer.

This is how Indians party.

Rita (in the background): Ver is miy cam-er-a? Jeannine (on the left): And then there was this damn cat that followed us for four hours; wanna see its picture? Alice: Want some beer? Martin (to Atisha): Sheeet, You did what? Atisha: No, you are nut leestening man!

Mr. Yak says: "Eat your vegetables youngin !"

Next day it was time to get an early ride to the Drikung Kagyu gompa, where we would be dropped off at the beginning of the large Kora that goes by the Drikung sky-burial site. Koras around gompas are not usually quite as strenuous, or as beautiful as the one around Drikung.

Atisha and Julia bringing up the rear in the early morning light.

After passing the grazing yaks on the valley floor we started up the mountainside, ascending more than 300 meters to the top of the sky-burial site. The sun rose all around us, setting fire to the red shrubbery on the hillside.
Nearing the sky-burial site.
The large fence creating the huge rectangle on the mountainside is actually thousands of prayer flags. In the center of the rectangle is a circle of posts and prayer flags, presumably the site of the eating frenzy for the vultures. In the distance there are may small dark patches that appear to be shrubs. Easily half of them are huge (perhaps gargantuan is a better word) vultures. From where we had tea it looked like they were a pile of black rocks, but then they would begin to move along the ground. When Rita got close to take pictures she sent the lot of them into the air and they flew down across the burial site and right over our heads. There were hundreds of them.
Here there was a partial fence, I believe it was partly around the area where a body would be dismembered in preparation for the vultures lunch.
Here we had tea and chocolate looking over at the burial site.
There were many bones and one might have thought the feeling of death was palpable. But it wasn't, not at all. It was quite comfortable and sunny.
Looking through the mani-fence.

A dog in the dust.
Finally arriving at Drikung.
The monastery is a huge town on the side of a steep mountain. It was quite hard to find our way down to the main courtyard from the sky-burial site far above the monastery.

View from the monastery and from below as well:


We had thukpa soup surrounded by pilgrims and beggars. We slowly found our way to the main shrine room where we were allowed to rest away from the sun for a bit.




Rita trying to get the artsy photo.
The Drikung lineage.
Ephriam convinced one of the monks to allow us to see all the LhaKhangs. Usually pilgrims come long before noon, and we didn't begin our exploration until at least 2pm.

Resting between LhaKhangs (temples). We barely made it through the temples because everyone was so tired. But Ephriam goaded us along and we even scored a bus back to lhasa before dark.
Bye bye Drikung!
Our trip was a great tiring success. I definitely plan to be back in the hot springs of Terdron before Christmas. Drikung I will probably not visit again unless I'm asked to. The place is beautiful but the feeling around the monks is quite odd. Perhaps they are under scrutiny from the PSB. There was an empty feeling that didn't sit well. But perhaps that was the thukpa.