Thursday, March 24, 2011

Picture of the day - Lhasa lake , Tibet

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Since the 7th century, Songtsan moved the capital Lhasa, the Potala Palace was built as a palace , administrative areas established in this plan, sub-official institution, legislative law, orders to the ministers, the policy in Tibet, dispatch, shuttle to and from the surrounding States messenger, or neighbors to form affinity, Tibet and neighboring ethnic groups to strengthen economic and cultural exchanges and promote the prosperity of the Tibetan society. Tubo Dynasty Potala Palace, became a unified political center , a very prominent position.


  Potala Palace was built in the 7th century during the Tubo Kingdom Songtsan. Then known as Red Hill Palace, the castle large-scale, outside the three walls, there are one thousand palaces, is the Tubo Dynasty 's political center. But the palace was struck by lightning because of fire and war, the year the ninth century, the disintegration of the Tubo Dynasty, Red Hill House gradually waste destroyed. 9-17 century AD, eight hundred years, due to long-term political separatism in Tibet and the history of the Sakya, Pazhu, Karma regimes are not high in Lhasa, Red Hill House has been unable to re-hing, as an important religious event place.

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Sunday, March 20, 2011

where eagles dare - Qinghai plateau


Qinghai Lhasa RoadLhasa Qinghai Road
What was worse than three days two nights on the road was, nobody knew exactly when we would reach our final destination.
Lhasa Potala PalaceImage by Africasiaeuro via Flickr
The day before leaving Lhasa, we were contemplating which form of Transport was the most suitable. After experienceing severe altitude sickness when I flew into Lhasa, I decided not to repeat the same mistake again. Altitude sickness can be deadly. I was terribly ill, the sudden pressure difference between near zero sea level and a rapid decrease of pressure at 3800 meters did not go down well with me. It took me days to recover, a visit to the TibetanHospital included. —-
Barkor Street in Lhasa, TibetImage via Wikipedia
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Here we were, at this godforsaken place in the middle of nowhere, at three a.m. now driving through an unknown deep forest. The fellow passengers were all anxiously gazing out of their window expressing their discontent. 
No matter how we all thought, the driver carried on till he reached a tiny hamlet in the forest, shrouded in total darkness. Within minutes, he grabbed a box of Alcoholic drinks and disappeared in the night, leaving all passengers behind. It was another passenger who overheard the driver saying he will be back in 15 minutes. —- 
The scenery could have been from ‘Frankenstein‘, the movie, since outside looked all eerie and ghostly. No soul, no light, no movement. A Ghost town ? 
Some of the passengers took some courage and ventured outside, in the dark, chilly air, still light, yet different from Lhasa. We had, after all travelled for two nights and two days and made over 4000 km by road on the Tibet plateau. 
The fresh cold air brought back some life into us. And this moment I felt the slight touch on my face; snow flakes dropping down on me, within seconds the sky was full of them. Somehow these scene always returns back. 
The falling snow somehow dampened our frustrations , voices started to fade, with snow acting as a filter. Thick, heavy now fell, covering all the ground within minutes. Waiting for an hour without a sign of the driver, everyone got nervous. 
We decided to honk. Another funny thing, awkward feeling, standing in the middle of a hamlet, inmidst of a forest, honking the horn of the vehicle, passengers voiced out their frustration over the delay. 
Nothing happened, absolutely nothing for the next two hours. In the meantime temperatures were dropping more now, we started to shiver.cont. 
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Saturday, February 19, 2011

Tuesday, February 15, 2011

Junshandao

Junshandao

Green are the lawns, overhanging shadows of a 1000 years gone by – the Island covered in thick, impenetrable fog, so deep, almost mystical – hiding the deep secrets of the lost souls of the two empresses.
Perhaps one should leave them to rest. Venturing out on the Island is not for the faint hearted. Except a few villagers gathering around their usual Temple place, engulfed deeply into their daily Da-Mahjong games, no other soul in sight.

Bamboo forest of lost souls

Bamboo thicket

Almost an eerie feeling overcomes me ; in solitude I wander down the path in the sunken jungle of thick, dense Bamboo forest, no sound but the cracking of undergrowth, and branches above the rain saturated soil. At an instance I pause, was there not a faint sound, almost a whisper I hear ?
I stand in silence, listening to the distant whispers. Spoken in an unfamiliar Mandarin, I cannot make out. I am in the middle of the Bamboo thicket that stretches from one side of the island to the other.
The rain is drizzling down on me, leaves scratching, as  I move towards the sounds, slowly, trying to avoid to create any noise.

Bamboo thicket in forest of lost souls
Bamboo thicket 2

Meanwhile realizing that I have lost track of all directions, with all lush green around me. Flashes of memories from a time gone by come to my mind, sedans and people, dressed in ancient attire, with guards marking in front an back. Tiny, yet immaculate, faces of the past, could they be Ehuang and Nvying ?
Suddenly, as it came, the whispers have stopped. Shivering, the cold, wet surrounding, some miles away from all human dwellings, stumbling across the thicket, lost in thoughts – lost in time.
For a second – a faint shimmer of light filtering through the foliage. No trail, no footpath, still hearing the faint sounds, far away in the hills that surround the Bamboo, junshandao the Island of the lost souls.

Bamboo forest of lost souls
Bamboo forest of lost souls

Unaware - my premonition - returning to the spot where Emperors landed thousands of years ago, Dongtinghu, its waters come into vision, its shores stretching 100 s of square miles, far away the Imperial Fleet guarding the oncoming vessel carrying Emperor Shun and his entourage. Faint the silhouettes of Ehuang and Nvying, in vain attempt to make out their husbands, who were left on the island. Almost visible sadness, heartache overcoming the imperial concubines, giving in to fate.


Lake on island of lost souls
lake on Island of lost souls


Dongtinghu, tales of the lost souls














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