Thangkor Tibetan grasslands homestay
Trip Start
Feb 26, 2007
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Trip End
Jun 04, 2007
Walked to small temple in Langmusi and then up to a sky burial site - no vultures today!
Drove from Langmusi to Thangkor, via deer sanctuary (deer sacred a spoke to Buddha). Hairy old drive again, up mountain sides, real spine rattling stuff, with toilet stops in ditches when ever any shouts "I need a pee!", which is quite often due to all the water we have to drink (getting to know all the girls very well ;-)).
Saw first bend of the beautiful Yellow River, and grasslands with blues skies revive our spirits.
Stop in Thangkor, like a wild west town and visit our local guides elementary school. The children are fascinated by us and shout 'I love you teacher!'
One of the teachers plays guitar for us in his room, such a sweet voice and we are told he has sung for the Dalai Lama.
Then after a long track to the middle of nowhere we arrive at a yak herding family's winter home stay, for me (Karen), the highlight of the trip. We sit in a small very dark room with a central stove, fuelled by dried yak pooh. The family include mum, dad, gran, daughter and son. They have such pride in their home and are so friendly. Outside they have dug two pits for toilets, surrounded by pegged canvas for privacy - the cleanest toilets we have used on the whole trip.
As darkness descends mum plugs in the only light and cooks veggie noodles, adding yak meat after the vegetarians have been served. Then, they lay out mattresses and give us many blankets and we sleep, boys in one room, girl in the other (with the stove).
Drove from Langmusi to Thangkor, via deer sanctuary (deer sacred a spoke to Buddha). Hairy old drive again, up mountain sides, real spine rattling stuff, with toilet stops in ditches when ever any shouts "I need a pee!", which is quite often due to all the water we have to drink (getting to know all the girls very well ;-)).
Saw first bend of the beautiful Yellow River, and grasslands with blues skies revive our spirits.
Stop in Thangkor, like a wild west town and visit our local guides elementary school. The children are fascinated by us and shout 'I love you teacher!'
One of the teachers plays guitar for us in his room, such a sweet voice and we are told he has sung for the Dalai Lama.
Then after a long track to the middle of nowhere we arrive at a yak herding family's winter home stay, for me (Karen), the highlight of the trip. We sit in a small very dark room with a central stove, fuelled by dried yak pooh. The family include mum, dad, gran, daughter and son. They have such pride in their home and are so friendly. Outside they have dug two pits for toilets, surrounded by pegged canvas for privacy - the cleanest toilets we have used on the whole trip.
As darkness descends mum plugs in the only light and cooks veggie noodles, adding yak meat after the vegetarians have been served. Then, they lay out mattresses and give us many blankets and we sleep, boys in one room, girl in the other (with the stove).


Comments
Us and Kids
Love this photo - my favourite so far. Keep smiling girls! Stephxx
Great photos
Yes, a couple of good ones here - the pig in the puddle and the mountain view. Thank you for not posting illustrations for your last sentence!
I posted to the wrong day...
... sorry. The pic of you with the children is wonderful.