Yak butter. The valley smells of yak butter. From every village, from every temple. I pass monks entering the temples – the yak-butter centres. Monks pass me buzzing along on their motor scooters while looking at their phone. I watch the monks circle around the temple perched on the top of the hill in Xinlong. Yak butter.
The cat looks on
I left early this morning, with the thought of cycling the whole valley to the base of the massive pass in one day – 150km. The road was good, but up and down and up and down – rising above the river, only to drop down at the next corner. The headwind slowed things down, so I accepted it. I’ll take this valley in two days as originally planned.
Village
The monk and his soul mate
Xinlong
Temple in Xinlong
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‘the monk and his soul mate’ – priceless!
PS. And watched by the cat!
He saw no evil.
Yes. They were a nice couple. 🙂
What a beautiful old temple. Monks on cell phones, the contrast of old and new.
And friends with lucifer.
;-D