We started late I recall from Shyafru Besi....(I'm in barista and I see that girl who nervously keeps biting off her nails and smokes and hurriedly uses the paying machine herself to pay...oh well...)...we got off at that last point prior to Friendship Bridge. We walked 2km or so to reach it. It was the first time everyone was walking...I recall walking with Bhrti...at the border, we waited for a really long time. Because the computers on the chinese side weren't working? (the connectivity wasn't).
I recall chatting with one of Nepalese army people...he showed me his pic with a lady who's climbed Everest multiple times. Some green color dress? She looked like anyone.
Friendship bridge...the nepalese and tibetans are very nervous of the chinese. The bridge...it's easy to see (based on what you see on the other side) on which friend is powerful...on the Tibetan side...a big huge structure...on Nepalese side...nothing...we sat waiting on the chinese/tibetan side. They checked our phones for dalai lama pics. mm's maps - he had to explain.
Later when they closed...we saw the chinese military kinda march into a communist-style building. big structure. there was indoctrination music playing...blaring. we sat in a chinese restaurant across eating. Dorji commented, "kitna khayega"...
The bus, the roads, the security etc. were suddenly distinctly different...way more efficient...chinese. a very able driver (more on him later)...the nepalese and tibetan guide (whom we met there...nongchuk)...were also afraid (or too worried) about the driver too. he hardly ever spoke. kept checking on the bus methodically...kept it clean too.
We reached Seth hotel...odd place it was. A Chinese family managed it. They were all on a bed at the reception...each watching some entertainment in their own device...while keeping an eye on the cctv cameras. We were in Kerung...it looked like a chinese town. I keep getting confused between Kerung and Saga...ufff.
I went shopping for a t-shirt (that's Kerung)...I was running out or not...but for some reason was annoyed of not having that dri-fit type...anyways...that day or the previous day, I sweat like crazy during the bag carrying time. Went to 3 or 4 shops before settling on what I saw in the first shop...one white longsleeve. Funnily...I was big size for the town...all t-shirts were small for me. they said i can't roam around like that in Saga...the chinese would capture me and bring me back (nothing of the sort I noticed...).
I liked the China-India canteen in this town. There was one bearded man (whom we met also on the return)...he would do full folded arms...and ask politely what we needed etc. Very seva oriented type. On the way there, I heard a telugu lady say...kailasam ikkade choopisthunnadu...she must've said to her husband. I spoke to her later...and also in Darchen (they finished going to Yama dwar that day). She said...okkare vachchara...i said...no, I'm with all these people...no, no she said...okkare vachchara...oh yes, I said yes.
That night anj took dorji's trip on water...i heard from d later...made sure he gave water to everyone. it started in that canteen...the discord on water...
The next day...mm and i walked around near seth hotel and ended up at the pangma (or so) monastery...it was very nice...i noticed him saying tashta-de...and picked it up...it was a nice pleasant morning and start. i remember talking to dorji re his behavior...outside the bus...this time round i was friendly...explaining...trying to make him understand...be friendly, watch your words...no avail i realized only later.
It was raining...landslides...one of the buses got stuck. we kept seeing other buses...isha group...it was clear to me then...that our trip was going to be closely similar to those of others...i kinda felt this the first time i read through the itinerary...we were simply following each other...the river ran into the road towards the entry to Saga...and lot of kichad...we saw how our driver wonderfully drove through the river and over onto that kichad mound to the top...fantastic!
We reached...either day 4 or 5 into Saga...somewhat during day light...lots of people...it was a huge hotel...a huge building/structure...very weird. lots of people (yatris) standing around. no rooms. we were all bunked into large rooms. but it was fun...i'm mixing up the times and days...but this night...some 5 of us bunked...i on the floor (my preference)...farting, snoring...loud, loud...lots of poop talk...it was also the night when kumr sir was walking around in his cheddis...and that chinese girl came to check on us...whether we all had blankets (no we didn't)...funny.
haan...next day...we stayed on here i think but we shifted to other rooms...it was also the time when soni had altitude sickness...a bad bout. g called sangay...or messaged him calling him shameless etc. (for the rooms).
the night...we went to tibetan place for dinner...people had yaksha (yak meat)...and the bathroom there was beautiful...open (no roof)...it was kinda snowing or raining...the light at dusk...
that next day...some briefing was there in the afternoon...it was the time when that dazed conflict happened. i was feeling somewhat sick...i don't know why. but i was also getting annoyed (that wasting-time-here feeling)...with the briefing. some arguments. the questioning face. we were to buy jerry cans for mansarovar water...i asked a yatri...what they did...he said a tibetan girl runs to the bus to sell (she didn't but there were plenty of cans in two shops)...anyways...tamr and i walked along with nong-chuk (by that time, i figured he was not efficient too)...we went here and there to many hardware stores...finally we picked up one 10kg one...tamr was insistent on a box, nongchuk insistent that we buy juice bottles and empty them...someone else something...you don't like discussions...said. anyways...that was that night. i didn't feel like eating much. was very low energy...not sure why. i simply went to sleep. d came to meet almost at that time...smiling, chatting about dinner (they went to the sichuan place) etc. it was nice.
so we were all ready to go to mansarovar...
I recall chatting with one of Nepalese army people...he showed me his pic with a lady who's climbed Everest multiple times. Some green color dress? She looked like anyone.
Friendship bridge...the nepalese and tibetans are very nervous of the chinese. The bridge...it's easy to see (based on what you see on the other side) on which friend is powerful...on the Tibetan side...a big huge structure...on Nepalese side...nothing...we sat waiting on the chinese/tibetan side. They checked our phones for dalai lama pics. mm's maps - he had to explain.
Later when they closed...we saw the chinese military kinda march into a communist-style building. big structure. there was indoctrination music playing...blaring. we sat in a chinese restaurant across eating. Dorji commented, "kitna khayega"...
The bus, the roads, the security etc. were suddenly distinctly different...way more efficient...chinese. a very able driver (more on him later)...the nepalese and tibetan guide (whom we met there...nongchuk)...were also afraid (or too worried) about the driver too. he hardly ever spoke. kept checking on the bus methodically...kept it clean too.
We reached Seth hotel...odd place it was. A Chinese family managed it. They were all on a bed at the reception...each watching some entertainment in their own device...while keeping an eye on the cctv cameras. We were in Kerung...it looked like a chinese town. I keep getting confused between Kerung and Saga...ufff.
I went shopping for a t-shirt (that's Kerung)...I was running out or not...but for some reason was annoyed of not having that dri-fit type...anyways...that day or the previous day, I sweat like crazy during the bag carrying time. Went to 3 or 4 shops before settling on what I saw in the first shop...one white longsleeve. Funnily...I was big size for the town...all t-shirts were small for me. they said i can't roam around like that in Saga...the chinese would capture me and bring me back (nothing of the sort I noticed...).
I liked the China-India canteen in this town. There was one bearded man (whom we met also on the return)...he would do full folded arms...and ask politely what we needed etc. Very seva oriented type. On the way there, I heard a telugu lady say...kailasam ikkade choopisthunnadu...she must've said to her husband. I spoke to her later...and also in Darchen (they finished going to Yama dwar that day). She said...okkare vachchara...i said...no, I'm with all these people...no, no she said...okkare vachchara...oh yes, I said yes.
That night anj took dorji's trip on water...i heard from d later...made sure he gave water to everyone. it started in that canteen...the discord on water...
The next day...mm and i walked around near seth hotel and ended up at the pangma (or so) monastery...it was very nice...i noticed him saying tashta-de...and picked it up...it was a nice pleasant morning and start. i remember talking to dorji re his behavior...outside the bus...this time round i was friendly...explaining...trying to make him understand...be friendly, watch your words...no avail i realized only later.
It was raining...landslides...one of the buses got stuck. we kept seeing other buses...isha group...it was clear to me then...that our trip was going to be closely similar to those of others...i kinda felt this the first time i read through the itinerary...we were simply following each other...the river ran into the road towards the entry to Saga...and lot of kichad...we saw how our driver wonderfully drove through the river and over onto that kichad mound to the top...fantastic!
We reached...either day 4 or 5 into Saga...somewhat during day light...lots of people...it was a huge hotel...a huge building/structure...very weird. lots of people (yatris) standing around. no rooms. we were all bunked into large rooms. but it was fun...i'm mixing up the times and days...but this night...some 5 of us bunked...i on the floor (my preference)...farting, snoring...loud, loud...lots of poop talk...it was also the night when kumr sir was walking around in his cheddis...and that chinese girl came to check on us...whether we all had blankets (no we didn't)...funny.
haan...next day...we stayed on here i think but we shifted to other rooms...it was also the time when soni had altitude sickness...a bad bout. g called sangay...or messaged him calling him shameless etc. (for the rooms).
the night...we went to tibetan place for dinner...people had yaksha (yak meat)...and the bathroom there was beautiful...open (no roof)...it was kinda snowing or raining...the light at dusk...
that next day...some briefing was there in the afternoon...it was the time when that dazed conflict happened. i was feeling somewhat sick...i don't know why. but i was also getting annoyed (that wasting-time-here feeling)...with the briefing. some arguments. the questioning face. we were to buy jerry cans for mansarovar water...i asked a yatri...what they did...he said a tibetan girl runs to the bus to sell (she didn't but there were plenty of cans in two shops)...anyways...tamr and i walked along with nong-chuk (by that time, i figured he was not efficient too)...we went here and there to many hardware stores...finally we picked up one 10kg one...tamr was insistent on a box, nongchuk insistent that we buy juice bottles and empty them...someone else something...you don't like discussions...said. anyways...that was that night. i didn't feel like eating much. was very low energy...not sure why. i simply went to sleep. d came to meet almost at that time...smiling, chatting about dinner (they went to the sichuan place) etc. it was nice.
so we were all ready to go to mansarovar...
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