smelling of yak butter
I arrived in Lhasa a few days ago and have been wandering around the city, acclimatizing and taking in the place. The light is clear and the air is thin and cold. The old city, the Barkhor, is a small maze of Tibetan-style buildings, most of which have been rebuilt in recent decades. Pilgrims, shopkeepers, and tourists wander the streets, which are blessedly free of motorbikes (in contrast to Kathmandu). Since I don't speak the languages, much of what happens on the street goes over my head. But I'm soaking in as much as possible, and feel much more clear than I did in Kathmandu.
Many blessings!
