This pic is on Avi's farmaish:
A view of a frozen Pankang teng Tso A stream besides our nominee for "Most beautiful road". A waterfall seen from the 'Most beautiful road'.
Christmas day ended with us checking into the hotel and heading out immediately. Once we dumped the luggage in the rooms, we took a stroll in the market looking for phones to call home and for a blower type heater. We did not find the heater we wanted and the phones took forever. We did a bit of window shopping and found one shop which had the same things as the others but was not as expensive. Done with the calls we headed back to the rooms to spend a relaxed evening. We reminisced over the trip till that point over cups of laal-chaai
and dinner. The memory cards in the cameras needed some attention so the laptops were fired up and the data moved from the cards onto the laptops. Since we were on a vacation, we put off doing any work i.e. decided to do the processing of the pictures after we got back home. Sitting there legs stretched out and enjoying the heat from the heater (when the electricity was not playing truant) we let the whole thing sink in. The kiddo was enthused enough to play a game of 'memory' with a pack of cards which kept us occupied for a while.
Our digs:
We did turn in early that night. The next morning I awoke and peeked out of the window and lo, I was astounded with a wonderful view of the Tawang Gompa (Monastery).
A view of the monastery from the hotel.
The car was safe and right under the window but things
did not seem very comfortable for it as some workers digging a trench on the side of the road and steadily moving towards the car. Alongwith breakfast came the request to move the car. That window settled our plan for the day which was to get into the car which needed moving and move it all along to the Monastery, then drive around and look about a bit, have lunch and generally take things as they come.
B'fast done, we took another stroll in the market looking for bits and pieces we needed, Nazim managed to capture the new Santa Fe. We then drove to the monastry. That morning the glow plugs sign went off within a few seconds and the car started at the first crank. Unfortunately, we did not let it idle and warm up for a while before driving off so the engine refused to pull up steep slopes that it would normally have despatched with no fuss.
We drove to the Monastery which is situated atop its own little peak with a magnificient view all around.
This is a part of the view that the monastery enjoys:
We parked the car at the gate and walked in to watch a Buddist priest invoking blessings on a new car. It looked very tempting, that ceremony, with included the tying of red and white silk ribbons on the car. I was sorely tempted to get the priest to perform a similar ceremony for the Laura but was held back by the thought of having to wash the car with freezing water before presenting it to be blessed.
The team at the entrance
The monastery was a beehive of activity and an oasis of peace. We walked through the small museum which housed several idols, statues, ceremonial items and items of historical significance.
A picture of the oldest idol in the monastery. The idol is of the presiding deity of the monastery
We then proceeded to the main prayer / meditation hall. It was a challenge to remove one's shoes outside and dash in before the feet froze. The entrance and door to this hall were richly decorated and colourful. Inside there was an unusual kind of silence - a vibrant silence. The smell of yak-butter burning in the lamps pervaded the space and gave it an unique touch. We gazed in awe at the rows of seats and bowed our heads in reverential silence and spent a few moments in prayer before walking around and absorbing all we saw in that dim interior. The hall was dominated by a huge idol of Buddha. This was flanked on either side by several smaller idols of Tara and others. Just above the altar, at the feet of the Buddha was a photograph of the present Dalai Lama. Small lamps lit as offerings by devotees burned at the main altar and the smaller idols. Close to the altar, between the rows of seats were several musical instruments. We spent a fair bit of time gawking and photographing.
A view of the main temple / prayer hall The entrance and door to the temple A view of the interior of the temple. Musical instruments used in worship: Above and below: Two views of the large idol of Buddha Motifs flanking the idol of Buddha At the feet of his lord, serving his people. The Dalai Lama. When the Dalai Lama escaped from Tibet, he first came to Tawang using the Lhasa highway
Once out, we walked around the monastary complex, there were not many monks or pupils about and we were told that it was the winter recession. A few pupils and monks were busy moving firewood that had been dumped at the gate to various parts of the monastery.
All stocked up
There were stacks of firewood indicating that they were all set for the coldest part of winter which is Jan-Feb. We watched the monks and the pupils go about their work (or play).
"I might be training to be a monk but, I am still a kid."
I spotted this little bikshu walking very solemnly past the Institue of Tibetan Studies. There was an unmistakable glint of innocent mischief in his eyes. I managed to take this photo and true to my instincts, as soon as he turned the corner his whole bearing changed and he pulled the wheel and stick from behind him and resumed what he was doing before we interrupted - PLAY. My only regret is that he was too fast for me to get a snap of him after he turned that corner.
Another kid another story:
Pensive? Meditative? Oh no. This is a minor tantrum!
Once we had our fill, we got into the car and drove out onto the road leading to Pankang Teng Tso (calling it P.T. somehow conjures up images of school kids all lined up and doing a drill) but we decided to turn back once we realised that it was on the road to Bum La, which we intended to do the next day.
Above & below: Two views of the Monastery from the road to Pankong Teng Tso
On the way back, Arun and Nazim spotted an ATM and got off, I was to park the car and walk about half the way back to meet them for lunch at a place we spotted.
Guide to eating out in Tawang.
Done with lunch, we trooped back to the hotel for a nap. Arun and Nazim had other ideas and went back to the souvenir shop hoping to get some more stuff and souvenirs. That evening we spent quietly walking around and shopping. We also looked for a taxi to negotiate the infamous road to Bum La. One chap near the hotel flat refused to go to Bum La (and I do not blame him). The hotel guys were quite helpful and helped us get a taxi, the car was a Maruti Omni - definitely not the best choice but that was the best we got. Vehicle tied up, it was time to make a call and confirm the permit required to visit Bum La. We were told to contact the next morning and that the permit would be ready by then.
Satisfied with a day well spent, we jumped under layers of blankets and duvets and slept blissfully.
Cheers,