HOSPITALITY OF TIBETAN FOLKS
Long before the sun rises we are up. Behind the mountains it begins to dawn, we are engulfed by the beauty of the morning.
The night had been noisy, with Tibetan rodents rummaging
overhead in the double wooden ceiling, thus making sleeping difficult.
The kitchen area, hall and bedroom are one closed space, according to the model of a typical Tibetan house.
Throughout the night I had a flashlight ner me in order to spot the noisy little creatures who were after the Chambar ( Ground rye flour ).
Hospitality of Tibetan people has little or no equivalent; we are honored guests in their house, and dare not to refuse their welcoming gesture.
Red, hand-painted Tibetan furniture all around us, wooden tables, an open kitchen furnace, we sit on our bed eating chambar with grated yak cheese. The paste is flushed down with salted Lapsang.
We will ascend to the mountains where we stay overnight , amongst wolves and bears roaming freely. For protection every Tibetan – male and female – carries at least one dagger , which is richly decorated with Silver and gemstones.
Recalling on my early days in native Austria, it appears with every step I climb these trails these visions come back clear as the Tibetan spring water gushing out now and then.
As we climb up the rocky paths, the effort takes all my strength. The higher we reach the more spectacular the views, and the more you feel yourself free.
Only a mountaineer – or perhaps a traveler who has been to the desert – can understand this feeling.
Perhaps I felt a similar sensation the night I found myself in Beyla, Guinea.
The serpentine paths become more steep, walking dangerously close near to overhanging rocks, I realize I made a good choice not to move on horseback. Not being a good rider – it would have been too risky.
Well into the afternoon, long overdue we reach the first house on a long stretch of green, high level rye growing agricultural area up in this altitude of 4000 meters.
We set off at 2000 meters, the ascent was exhausting. It takes full 8 hours to reach the endpoint of the summit. Here in the mountains all people know each other, our arrival had been heralded, and we are invited to the first dwelling we encounter.
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Sitting in the dark kitchen with only basic amenities, the lady of the
house; her grandson invites me with the same hospitality. The cool mountain water quenches my thirst with a gratifying feeling. I notice how exhausted I am.
I am so used to the welcoming spirit ever since coming to these parts.
All it takes is some fresh mountain spring water, to recover from the steep ascent.
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