a monk's home
Yesterday I woke my ass up early to hop on a bus before sunrise. The spent several hours meandering through the mountain side before coming up to Drak Yerpa Monastery. It was amazing to visit the bumble cave dwellings of monks living on the mountain side. They let me visit the alters they slept next to where there was no electricity, heat, or plumbing. Their rooms were simply a dug out hollow in the mountain side with wood panel or stone walls, a bed and an alter.
The mountain itself was draped in lines and lines of colourful prayer flags stretching hundreds and hundreds of meters. As the bus approached it, it looked like the mountain was covered in a giant spider web. My friends and I were the only tourists for most of the morning. One of the best things about coming to Tibet has been watching the locals on their pilgrimages in prayer at these remote places of worship.
I saw a group of 3 men on the road to Lhasa
as I passed on the train a few days back. They had the clothes on their backs and protection for their hands for when they slid down on to their stomachs in worship and nothing else. Many Tibetans also do this prayer on the street in front of Potala Palace and other Buddhist monasteries. At Jokrang Temple they walk around the temple clock-wise spinning their prayer wheels, some chanting or whispering prayers under their breath. Lhasa has been the most devoutly religious and spiritual place I've ever been to.