Wednesday, January 24, 2007

Ganden Monastery...low kora...butter


Towards the end of the kora there is a small bulding built into the stone hillside. This is Tsonkhapa's hermitage cave. Inside there are carved images of several important figures believed to have the power of speech. Tsongkhapa was the founder and first abbot of Ganden, and the founder of the Gelugpa order itself, and there are many images of him here. These butter sculptures are on display in the chapel enclosing the sacred carvings. After this site, the kora drops quickly down, back into the monastery complex.

Ganden Monastery... in the dog house


I thought it was a muppet at first, but turns out it was a real dog after all.

Ganden Monastery... peaks and chapels


Ganden Monastery... sculptures



The fellow with the blue bull's head is a protector deity named Dorje Jigje, and he is seen all over this monastery, as he is the favourite protector of the Gelugpa order, of which Ganden is the head monastery. A wrathful form of Manjushri, the bodhisattva of wisdom, he is also known as the destoyer of Yama, the Lord of Death. He is blue with eight heads, the main one of which is a bull. He wears a garland of skulls around his neck and a belt of skulls around his waist, and holds a skull goblet and a flaying knife in two of his 34 arms. He tramples on eight Hindu gods, eight mammals and eight birds under his 16 feet.
The figure on the horse is another protector deity more specific to Ganden itself...
Food for thought.........

Hanging at the Barkhor for sunset...

Dyki at the New Mandala


Dyki had become a good friend by now, and I always liked to get her advice on my travel plans. She speaks English very well, and, more importantly, understands it very well too. I'm sure I was asking her about our upcoming plans to go to Drigung and Tidrum. And, I'm sure I had just ordered a mushroom masala and garlic naan... Mmmmmm..........

Lhasa... cheesing in our room at the Daxia...


I had my hair braided with colorful yarn and wrapped around my head like a crown. This is a very typical hair style in the country side in Tibet. If you wear this hair style in the city, everyone will think you are a country bumpkin... I have always loved country bumpkins in whatever country I have found them...

Tidrum Nunnery


From Lhasa, a four hour trip by public/pilgrim bus gets you to Tidrum Nunnery. Tidrum and Drigung Til Monastery are only about 12 miles from each other, so we planned to combine those visits, spending a few days at each place. Tidrum was our first stop, because that is where the bus took us first. With it's medicinal hotsprings it has a sweet location in a narrow gorge at the confluence of two rivers. The hotsprings were our main draw to this place. This small nunnery has strong connections with Yeshe Tsogyel, the wife of King Trisong Detsen, one of the most venerated figures from Tibetan Buddhist history. The head nun, or Kandro-la, the resident spiritual leader of the nunnery, is considered a reincarnation of Yeshe Tsogyel. The hotsprings are delightful, and were a highlight of our time in Tibet! There were 2 main pools, seperated by sex. They are natural pools, not lined with concrete, and the water is quite hot! Some of my favorite Tibetan moments were spent in the pool here. The whole nunnery was literally full of people on the day we arrrived, which happened to be a Saturday. We were the only foreigners... everyone else was Tibetan! We were lucky to find a spot to sleep for that night. The Kandro-la herself offered us a spot in a room next to hers! I was excited to take a dip in the pools, but did not know what to expect. I put on my swimsuit and headed down the trail. When I turned the corner to enter the pool area this is the sight I met: about 15-20 women, ranging in age from less than a year to 80 years old, all in various stages of dressing/undressing to bathe. No one else was wearing a swim suit. Some women were swimming or floating around the pool, some were sitting still meditating or chanting softly, others were actively bathing, scrubbing bodies and sudsing hair. The pool was lined with large rocks, and there were several in the middle of the pool also. These were used as cool out spots, and people took turns sitting on them, with their bodies half in and half out of the hot hot water. The water was so hot there were bubbles coming up from the bottom at the hottest point in the pool! Boiling!?! When I entered the area, all eyes turned onto me, as the foreigner and new comer. Several women came over immediately, smiling and talking sweetly to me. They offered to help me figure out the way things went around there, helped me undress, stash my clothes and towel in the right spot, and then showed me into the pool. People were very relaxed and languid and smiley. Most ladies when they saw me enter the pool swam over to say hello. Some older ladies got the idea to come help me bathe and before I knew it, I had 3 elderly ladies ladeling hot water over my shoulders and scrubbing my back. They were smiling and laughing as if they were caring for a baby. I could tell they were curious about what was underneath my bathing suit, but they would have to wait until my second visit to the pools before I decided to give in and go without. The whole experience left me feelilng like a part of a big family. I felt loved and cared for and excepted by these ladies. A circle of women is always a beautiful thing, but throw in a hot spring, a holy site, a beautiful natural setting and Tibetan warmth and you get pure magic! I was told that the men's pool could have used a little more magic, but even though the hygiene level was low on that side of the wall, the water felt just as healing. I recall one moment in particular... it is late at night and dark, the tub is full with about 10 women soaking, meditating and chanting quietly to themselves. Suddenly from the men's pool a low murmur begins to materialize through the mist, which gets louder and louder, until it becomes a full on chant. A group of 4 high monks, visiting from Lhasa, had entered the pool, and their chanting continued for the rest of the evening. Seeing these beautiful, timeless Tibetan faces swirling through the thick steam coming off the water, surrounded by the mesmerizing chanting and crystal clear night sky, and enveloped in the strong, warm healing waters, it was difficult to remember where I was in time. Was it present day 2006? It would have been just as easy to believe it was a thousand years in the past. We had such a fantastic time here at Tidrum that we wound up staying for 4 days. When they say medicinal water, it is quite true. Team hollar felt the effects after every bath. You come out of the pool with a feeling of euphoria and well-being, soft skin, and if you stay in for too long, a little faint even. I'm not sure which elements are present in the water, but it would be interesting to find out...

Tidrum Nunnery is a beautiful spot!!

Tidrum Nunnery...

Across the river from outside of our room.

Tidrum Nunnery...

Looking up the river from outside of our room.

Tidrum Nunnery... holy art


Another tradition in Tibetan Buddhism is to carve mantras onto slabs of rock. In certain places these slabs are then stacked up to eventually create whole walls of carved mantras. This spot was one such auspicious location. This spot was quite holy... there were carved slabs, carved yak horns, and hand made clay images left at this little altar.

Tidrum Nunnery... horsing around



As we were walking along the river we came up on a nun trying to chase her horses back down river, by sling shotting rocks at them. She quickly climbed away when she saw us coming, but we could understand why the horses were a little skittish.

Thursday, January 18, 2007

Tidrum Nunnery... early morning scene as we start our hike

Looking across the river from just outside our room. This Tibetan family was just starting their morning too...It was quite cold that morning, but we started out on the trail right after our noodles. We were following a trail up a narrow river gorge for about 2 hours, where we would come out in a wide, high valley, surrounded by peaks. At the tip of this valley there was a monastery...Dranang Monastery. That is all the information we had as we set off that morning... what a wonderful trail it was...

Tidrum Nunnery... astounding views!!

The trail immediately began to wind it's way up, up, up into the gorge, giving us great views of the nunnery.

Tidrum Nunnery... day hike...

After only fifteen minutes or less, we were within the gorge and surrounded by serious mountains!

Tidrum Nunnery... day hike... sacred grinding wall

At the top of the highest pass on the trail we found this wall. There were grinding rocks left in just the right spots to give you the idea. I got to grinding in the hopes for some good luck, or at least a blessing for all living beings...

Tidrum Nunnery..day hike... resting

Tidrum Nunnery...day hike... mantra paintings


There was an entire stretch of the gorge that was all graffitied up with mantras. These say the same thing, "Om Mani Padme Hum", which is the #1 most chanted mantra in Tibet. It means something like "All hail the jewel in the lotus." We found discarded paint cans under this bright one... one monks dirty little litter bug secret. We had to wonder who in the world painted them all the way up here.

Tidrum Nunnery... day hike to Dranang Monastery


More surreal mountain top views as we approach the top of the gorge...

Tidrum Nunnery...approaching Dranang Monastery on hike


Here the trail comes up out of the gorge and into this wide open valley. The mouth of the gorge was like a delta-marsh land, but there were obvious spots where people had moved large stones to make natural bridges. The feeling of being surrounded by this crown of awesome peaks was overwhelming. Quite a spot for a monastery...

Tidrum Nunnery... Dranang Monastery!!


As it sits, in it's holy site in this high valley...

Tidrum Nunnery...Dranang Monastery dung heap... day hike

Tidrum Nunnery... Dranang Monastery...day hike

When we made it up to the complex itself, we could see that things were battened down fairly tight. We both thought we had seen someone watching us from a window in one of the outer buildings, but heard nothing and saw no movement as we approached. We began to wonder if we had the place all to ourselves. Perhaps whoever was living there was out piling up yak dung, or painting mantras... Moments after we entered this courtyard though, we were hailed by a jolly monk, about our age. He was carrying a large ring of oversized, ancient looking keys. He greeted us and we communicated as best as we all could through the language barrier. Tibetan people laugh often, and this man was one of the giggliest people we had the pleasure to meet. For as giggly as he was, he showed us around the inner chapel, and the smaller but more significant side chapels of the complex with great reverence and pride. The main chapel was small but beautiful, with many colorful and vivid statues, and plenty of butter lamps. The smaller chapels were attached together, and the innermost chapel was tiny... about 4x4. Inside this tiny space was a cave used for meditation by Guru Rimpoche, one of the most revered and respected historic figures/holy men in Tibetan Buddhism. It was quite a powerful little spot. There were only two people residing at this monastery... the jolly monk, and a weathered, leathered old man whose main job seemed to be to keep a giant 10 foot tall prayer wheel spinning eternally. He had built himself a bed in the corner of the wheel room so he could keep the spin going and get a little rest too. Our jolly friend motioned for us to follow him, and we wound up up at his living quarters. This is where we had seen him watching us from below. He led us through his downstairs... loaded with paddies of dried dung, up a narrow ladder and onto his upper balcony, where we were overwhelmed by thick smoke pouring out of his front door and chimney. He motioned for us to enter, and although entering that room engulfed by smoke was nearly unthinkable, I could not deny his hospitality, as he was obviously very happy to have visitors to be able to invite into his home. We entered his room, and through the smoke made out a low bench on the far wall, and a bed by the door/window. I took a spot on the bench and was immediately handed a teacup full of... yep... yak butter tea! I had been waiting in anticipation of this moment for the entire trip!! The butter tea was really quite good... a little salty, a little thick, a little "gamey"... actually the taste I could most compare it to is similar to the way a melted crayon smells.... I enjoyed it, and when he came around with a refill, I did not refuse. Fish did, however, refusing even firsts, using the lame "stomach ache" excuse that every traveler probably pulls. We were also offered some crackers. There was a small stove in the corner of his room from which the smoke was constantly pouring, permeating everything with the heavy, though not necessarily unpleasant scent of burning dung. After my eyes had adjusted to the dark room, I realized the whole wall by the stove was lined with yak dung paddies, stacked from floor to ceiling the entire length. The monk never stopped giggling! He had his own prayer wheel next to his bed, and he had his own unique invention to make his life a little easier. He had attached a cloth strap to the wheel, so he could lay down in his bed and pull the chord to keep the wheel a-spin. He did not want us to take photos of him or his home, and we respected. We also found out that HE was the graffiti artist from down in the gorge. We were honored by his hospitality and kindness. This was a beautiful, pristine and sacred site. What a wonderful man he was...

Tidrum Nunnery... mountain tops from day hike



These were a few of the amazing peaks surrounding the valley of Dranang Moanastery. We started our descent to Tidrum with awe-inspired hearts...

Tidrum Nunnery... day hike


This building gaurded the trail at the entrance to the gorge from Tidrum. We made it back to the nunnery barely before the sun set below the moutain ridges...

Tidrum Nunnery... mini kora


Pilgrims walking endless circles around this stupa...a mini sized kora... good for a few laps before or after a soak in the springs...

Tidrum Nunnery...our room at the chapel



Our room was off this courtyard, which was closed in by a HUGE bolting door at night. All the scarves were brought by pilgrims to the Kondro-la as respect offerings. During the day, there was a steady stream of pilgrims in the courtyard waiting to pay their respects to the Kondro-la. To the right was the Kandro-la's quarters, to the left the communal room we were in for several previous nights, and forward is our room, behind the curtain. Our room was also the pantry/store room for old butter offerings. Cozy, huh? These are typical Tibetan style beds with the carpets on top.

Tidrum Nunnery...SMOKIN!!


These nuns really get things started...

Tidrum Nunnery... yak bucket


In front of our courtyard and the main chapel... sweet nourishing gruel!!

Tidrum Nunnery... main chapel


Right outside of our courtyard... on the way from our room to the "outhouse"...

Tidrum Nunnery... our hostesses


On the day we left there was some sort of celebration going on. Our courtyard was packed with nuns and visiting monks and others. The Kandro-la helped us figure out how to get from Tidrum to Drigung that afternoon. It turned out to be a bit of a challenge to find our way, but her direction saved the day! This was our good bye shot!

Tidrum Nunnery.. store


We were glad this store was here. We wound up staying several days here, and it was a treat to buy fresh toilet paper and ramen noodles! The noodles turned out to be essential, because while hot water was in good supply, actual food was not. There were actually two restaurants here, but any time we went into either establishment we were totally ignored and it didn't seem like there was going to be ANY cooking happening in these places anytime soon. I don't know what that was all about, and I don't know what everyone else was doing for food. Most people likely brought food with them, previously aware of the lack of cooking in the restaurants. These nuns weren't cookin for nobody! Ramen noodles it was!!

Tidrum Nunnery... our room


Looking up from the hot pools, our room was the upper corner window.

Tidrum..official hotel by the hotsprings


"Official" means that your money goes to the Chinese government rather than the Nunnery itself. The official hotel was full when we first arrived, and lucky for us! We wound up staying with the Kandro-la herself!

Tidrum Nunnery and hotsprings


A view from the parking lot, looking down at the hotsprings facilities.

leaving Tidrum Nunnery


The Kandro-la steered us in the right direction after all, and we were soon to be underway to Drigung Valley. There was snow swirling all around us as we waited for our mini-bus.