Thursday, September 22, 2011

Face to face with the North Face



Made it to, well not the top, but Everest basecamp in Tibet. When hiking up there in the ice cold wind, gasping for breath, you can hardly imagine that people actually manage to reach the summit at 8848m - some even without oxygen. Unfortunately, most of the time Mount Everest - or Qomolangma ("Godess Mother of the World") as the Tibetans call it - is hiding itself in a thick coat of clouds. When the top pops out the view is amazing though...every time the summit seems higher than you remembered (could be true btw...Everest appears to have grown about 4 meters over time)

As anywhere in Tibet, basecamp is heavily garded by the Chinese army. Our precious (and expensive) EBC permit is heavenly scrutinized by officials at the three checkpoints on the way. Not so long ago two American students planted the US flag which resulted in a day of prison for them and reeducation sessions for the guide. Basecamp was closed for two weeks. Security has been even stricter since.

Like in Namtso, many people suffer from AMS (acute mountain sickness better known as altitude disease). An older lady collapses and has to be transported to a hospital. Wonder where that is, as we have not seen any during our 8h bumpy ride on our way to this deserted area.

A 4 km walk from basecamp you'll find the "hotel zone"... a camp with around 20 tents made of yakhair. Must admit that the tents are quite cozy, comfy and most importantly warm! After some beers (advantage if you don't have AMS), a home cooked meal and a visit to the most disgusting Tibetan pit toilet ever, went to sleep on top of 2 and under 3 sets of blankets...maybe a summit attempt tomorrow?!




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Location:Everest Base Camp (5200m), Tibet

Monday, September 19, 2011

Instructions for Life from the Dalai Lama



1. Take into account that great love and great achievements involve great risk.

2. When you lose, don't lose the lesson.

3. Follow the three Rs: Respect for self, respect for others and responsibility for all your actions.

4. Remember that not getting what you want is sometimes a wonderful stroke of luck.

5. Learn the rules so you know how to break them properly (for the lawyers amongst you...)

6. Don't let a little dispute injure a great friendship.

7. When you realize you've made a mistake, take immediate steps to correct it.

8. Spend some time alone every day.

9. Open your arms to change, but don't let go of your values.

10. Remember that silence is sometimes the best answer.

11. Live a good, honorable life. Then when you get older and think back, you'll be able to enjoy it a second time.

12. A loving atmosphere in your home is the foundation for your life.

13. In disagreements with loved ones, deal only with the current situation. Don't bring up the past.

14. Share your knowledge. It's a way to achieve immortality.

15. Be gentle with the earth.

16. Once a year, go some place you've never been before (like this one!!)

17. Remember that the best relationship is one in which your love for each other exceeds your need for each other.

18. Judge your success by what you had to give up in order to get it.

19. Approach love and cooking with reckless abandon.




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Location:Tibet

Friday, September 16, 2011

Seven days in Tibet



At an altitude of 4730m at the shore of the worlds highest, and for the Tibetans holy, lake Namtso, I am looking out over the Nyenchen Tanglha range with peaks over 7000m which were crossed by Heinrich Harrer and Peter Aufschnaiter on their incredible journey to Lhasa (read the book Seven Years in Tibet, or watch a young Brad Pitt in the movie based thereon). You do not realize the incredible altitude your are at until you notice the bucket of vomit, empty oxygen cannisters and strips of pills in front of your neighbours door in the hotel (or better...barrack).

This is the seventh day in Tibet.

It appears that most of the "worlds friendliest people" are still friendly. Particularly in the villages where your "tashi delek" is responded to with a broad - often one tooth - smile, although they often burst out in laughter behind your back since they still are not used to us white great friendly giants. Unfortunately tourism has also introduced begging and scams.




Looking at the tons of gold in the many monasteries and temples, it is hard to imagine that most Tibetans still live in yak dung houses lit by yak butter lamps on a diet of yakbutter tea and tsampa (roasted barley flour mixed with yakmilk) and an occassional piece of yakmeat. The older population still wears the traditional clothes. The younger ones have discovered Adidas, Nike and "C Star Raw".




According to the Tibetans, the big difference between the poor (Tibetans) and the rich (Chinese) is to blame on the Chinese. And they may well be right. The money that is pumped into the Tibetan economy by "Tibet's liberator" directly ends up in the pocket of the Chinese. Lucrative businesses of the Tibetans are shut down or taken over. Han Chinese are offered tax cuts, luxury housing and good education when moving into Tibet.

The Chinese presence in Tibet is very apparent. Particularly their obnoxious presence on Barkhor Square, the spiritual heart of Lhasa. Pilgrims from all over the Tibetan Autonomous Region and the Tibetan parts of China and prostrating monks, all murmuring mantras, move in clockwise direction (as prescribed by their religion) on this "pilgrim highway" around Jokhang, the most religious structure in Tibet. Groups of 6 to 8 armed Chinese soldiers in bulletproof vests provocatively walk in anti-clockwise formation. Cameras register every movement on the square. To "celebrate" the 60th anniversary of the liberation, the Chinese donated a monstrous statue made of fresh flowers which is placed on a prominent spot on Barkhor square. The Tibetan guide in Potala is very careful when explaining Tibetan history as the palace is full of Chinese spies. He already went to jail for joining the protest in 2008 around the Olympic games of Beijing. The roads in Tibet are full of checkpoints staffed by Chinese soldiers. Drivers have to check in and must reach the next point within a certain time. No monastery can be visited without a specific permit. A Chinese guide intentionally lets her group sit on the reserved seats for the lamas (high ranked monks). The 14th Dalai Lama advocates a peaceful solution. No wonder, our guide says, we do not have an army, we can never win! A solution, violent or peaceful, seems far away.










Prostrating monk on Barkhor

It is very interesting to learn more about Tibetan Buddhism, distinct because they believe in reincarnated masters, such as the Dalai Lama. Galugpa, Dalai Lama, Panchen Lamas, Karmapas...all starts to make sense. You can watch the monks during their morning prayers and quite aggresive debates. Mostly elder Tibetans keeps their prayer wheels moving and carry flasks of yakbutter to keep the yakbutter lamps going. In the 20th century, the Tibetans still believed that a picture of the Dalai Lama around their neck could save them from the bullets fired by the British army. Three thousand Tibetans were killed within minutes, despite its orders to kill everyone, the luitenant in charge ceased fire.




Well, it is getting cold. Time to return to the barack without heaters, running water and any form of toilet...sometimes travel is fun in retrospect only!

(PS: After this message was succesfully posted in Tibet, it somehow disappeared from blogspot. I read about the Chinese government hacking blogs and deleting messages. Seems far fetched, but you never know...)

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Location:Namtso Lake, Tibet

Wednesday, September 14, 2011

Tuesday, September 13, 2011

Fellow passengers on the worlds highest railway...

When entering the waiting room for the skytrain, we appear to be the only Western people which results into a Brangelina effect...all heads turn in our direction, people laugh, whisper and/or tap on the shoulders' of the few that have not spotted us yet. The ones with cameras take pictures, some shout "hello" and then quickly turn their heads or duck when you say hello or nihao back, little children stare and hide their faces behind their mams shoulder when you wave... Pooh, do not envy Angelina...

When the train arrives, the crowd (mostly Tibetan) loaded with unidentified enormous pieces of luggage, children and food (have not seen any live stock...got spared until India, I guess) pushes itself in the train...fortunately all into the hardseat section. No wonder that the Lonely Planet strongly discourages you to settle for a hardseat ticket.

Sharing a (6 bunkbed hardsleeper) cabin with Chinese is also a new experience. Stocked with loads and loads of noodles, dried fruit, sausages, bread, cakes, tealeaves and sunflower seeds they board the train. Hmm, is it also possible to survive this 26 hour train ride on 5 cups of cup-a-soup, 1 bread from the market, 3 bottles of water and two bottles of coke?? Luckily, there is also Choco Pie for the traditional train breakfast. As of departure at 3pm the Chinese manage to eat and chat continously until it is time for bed. At 7am they get up to get hot water for their noodles again.... Thank god for earplugs and a cold. The slurping, smacking, spitting and coughing drowns out the cheesy music (imagine a slow version of "rivers of babylon" in repeat mode) that blares out of the speakers of the train.

Fealing a bit weak due to lack of oxygen, hungry because of watching the delicious treats of the Chinese food (cup-a-soup did not do the trick) and in the mood for a beer, try to make our way to the dining car....tough! Part of our staring friends from earlier that day, crammed in the hardseat section, contnue to stare, the others sleep on the floor in the restroom (so unbelievably disgusting), in between trains and in the hallway. You must focus not to accidently crush a face - hmm, maybe just keep it to one beer as we also must go back this way.

Understandably (you do not want this crowd in your dining car), the food is ridiculously expensive. No wonder everyone brought so much. After some tough negotiations (in broken English, the train attendants get a crash course), we can get half of the set meal for half of the price...they nicely bring us their favourite 3 out of the 6...a delicious fish, but full of tiny bones, some pieces of chicken floating in grease and lumbs of fat in a brown sauce...Apparently the word beans and cabbage (two of the other dishes we asked for) were not part of the crash course.

After a tough way back to the cabin, made it to bed...next day the circus started all over again!























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Location:Xining, China -> Lhasa, Tibet

Monday, September 12, 2011

Amazing journey to Lhasa

Taking the skytrain to Lhasa...in one word: incredible!

The scenery is extremely beautiful and changes every hour or so, each landscape equally dramatic and unique. Flocks of sheep and yaks are grazing on Teletubbie hills, the sun forms nice shadows on the sand dunes, suddenly you see horses galopping in the desert, a few minutes later you spot a colourfully dressed Tibetan woman milking her yaks, then a lonely bike rider crosses the train track, little villages appear out of nowhere in the middle of nowhere. Until sunset all passsengers press their faces and cameras against the dirty windows to enjoy and capture this wonderful documentary. At sunrise, the windows are blinded by the snow of an overnight blizzard. Shortly thereafter, blue sky appears again, dotted with some sheepclouds.

Below a nice but disturbed impression of the journey...the windows were extremely dirty (rule of thumb: white dots are sheep, black dots are yak)...

More about the fellow Chinese passengers later...














































































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Location:Lhasa, Tibet

Sunday, September 11, 2011

Skytrain to Lhasa, the hometown of "mr. D"

Yeah, just received permit to enter the TAR (Tibetan Autonomous Region) and managed to book a train ticket for the world's highest train ride from Xining, China to Lhasa, Tibet. The USD1.4 billion costing line tops the 5072m Tanggu-La Pass, 80% of the track is over 4000m and 160km is built over permafrost...luckily all passengers have access to piped-in oxygen, quite a more comfortable trip than A. Henry Savage Landor's to the forbidden land in 1897 (his challenging expedition is described in "An explorer's adventures in Tibet"' - free in Ibook store). Even with a permit access to Tibet is not a given for foreigners though. Tourists were banned from "the Roof of the World" already twice is year. Tensions in 2011 have been high as a result of the 60th anniversy of the Chinese rule over Tibet. The closer one travels to Tibet, the more apparent becomes the tense political situation and secrecy surrounding it.

Travel agent in Xining: "Have you ever met 'mr. D' in person?"
Me: "Mr. who?"
Travel agent (now whispering and secretly looking around): "Sssssstttt, the Dalai Lama. It is very senstive you know. His name cannot be mentioned freely. Do not take any pictures of him with you. You will get in trouble. My cousins fled from Tibet and now live in exile in India. They cannot return without being imprisoned for at least 2 years."

It all sounds a bit Harry Potterish, but have been told many stories about the Chinese attitude vs Tibet during this trip. Very curious to learn more about Tibetan history, buddhism and the ongoing conflict with China.

Now time to stock up at Xining's Muslim Quarter for the 26 hour train ride...what is it gonna be....apples, melons, sunflower seeds or...maybe some chickenfeet to chew on?!























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Location:Xining, China