12 July 2010

Litang, Sichuan: the beginning of the Tibetan world

West Sichuan was the unplanned part of the trip. When Dominika and I were in Shangrila discussing our limited options for the exploration of the northwestern tip of Yunnan as the main road is closed due to construction and immediately rejecting the idea of visiting Tibet (as much as we would have liked to go there, the trip is very expensive and it involves getting a permit and traveling in a tour group). An unexpected alternative presented itself when we discovered it was possible to enter West Sichuan, which is almost as Tibetan as Tibet, much cheaper and hassle-free.
Although the distances don't qualify as enormous, the bumpy winding and sometimes non-existent roads make traveling painfully slow, and in addition public transport is quite limited compared to other parts of the country. We had to break the journey in Xiangcheng, some eight butt-shaking hours north of Shangrila, after climbing over a pass enveloped in fog and plunging into a deep fertile valley full of yellow and green patches of fields and Tibetan villages.

We spent the afternoon wandering around the predominantly Chinese town and climbing the nearby hill with a gompa (Tibetan monastery) and great views over the valley.

Our lodging for the night was in a lavishly decorated guesthouse. This has to be one of the most colorful rooms I've even slept in!

Onward travel proved to be tricky. Nobody would sell us tickets to Litang; all we got from the people at the bus station was a cold stare and "mei you" (a phrase that one hears all the time andcan mean anything from "don't have" and "can't do" to "fuck off". Even Lonely Planet says foreigners regularly have a hard time getting a bus out of there. Well, on that particular day there were four foreigners in town, all eagerly waiting to head north, and we ended up crammed in a minivan at 5.30 a.m., paying an exaggerated price to spend the next five hours on a cold, all-windows-down but very scenic ride.
At the altitude of 4200 meters, Litang was exhilarating in several meanings of the word. Before coming here we had been hoping to see a sky burial, a Tibetan funeral in which the dead body is taken out to the grasslands where it is partly cut and left for the vultures to devour. And right upon arrival we were informed by the nice hotel owner that there was a sky burial scheduled in another hour and that she could take us there in a few minutes. We didn't hesitate; and for the next few hours we were completely fascinated by this primitive yet very logical, back-to-the nature ritual. No relatives were present, just a few friends and a so-called "cutter" who does the gruesome work of cutting the body and later crushing the bones so that nothing is left.

Practically speechless we returned to town and spent the rest of our stay there enjoying the fresh air, beautiful views from the gompa and, mostly, meeting and talking with the locals, Tibetans who against our expectations turned out to be the nicest, friendliest people so far. They do a kora every day, a clockwise walk around a sacred site, usually a monastery or stupa, spinning their prayer wheels. It was such a pleasant change to actually get smiles from people! They greeted us with "tashi delek" everywhere we turned, they were all smiling, and they were eager to have their photo taken. All that makes Litang one of my favorite places on this trip.

Photo by Dominika Osvald
But this was just the beginning...


Luka said...

Great job Ana! Seems you are having a time of your life! Excellent shots - again! This time more portraits - which I like very much!

Anonymous said...

super fotke.

Krispin said...

A pol tudi tamle da imajo kavke, samo da so drugacne barve in tudi izgledajo bolj kot purani in niso tolk vegeterijanke?
Samo da sta zdravi!

Aleš said...

Ana, super fotke. Po eni strani ti privoščim, po drugi pa močno zavidam. Te konce naj bi midva z Bojano doživela dve leti nazaj, pa nama je šlo vse narobe. Želja po obisku teh krajev se tli, zato ne dvomim, da bom enkrat tudi sam doživel zeleni del Tibeta.
Uživaj naprej!

Sandi said...

Madonca, krasne fotke, Ana. Sem kar obnemel ob odličnih portretih, norih pokrajinah in zanimivih običajih. Še obilo lepega, predvsem pa varno pot še naprej želim. Srečno!

Andrej said...

dober potrtet otroka! Ostrina, da se urezes.
Srecno se naprej na poti.

Ana Pogačar said...

Luka: thanks! I told you to wait for this post for the portraits. ;)

Almira: thanks!

Krispin: hehe, ampak res. Pozdrav v kamniske konce. :)

Ales: upam, da vam(a) kdaj vseeno uspe priti v te konce, ceprav vama prvic ni bilo usojeno. Prekrasno je!

Sandi: hvala in krasno poletje tudi tebi!

Andrej: tole so res kraji za portrete. Se bereva, ko se vrnem domov!

Neil Wade said...

Oh wow! That's so funny! We have the same picture of the same room and nearly the same picture of the houses and the fields from the monastery! (Maybe great minds think alike, hehe)

I love your photography, and I'll keep checking back to your blog!