Tibet was everything we had imagined it to be. In fact it was so much more than the expected yaks, spinning prayer wheels and robed monks. We witnessed rich cultures steeped in tradition, colour and ritual, a religion steadfast in its belief, enchanting temples and a traditional rural way of life that was under threat from modern economic development. It was the weather-beaten faces of the elderly that told a thousand stories of a troubled past, the random conversations with the smiling locals and the awe-inspiring geography of a land that was slowly but surely being hacked away. Lhasa with its numerous police checkpoints felt as if it had lost its previous innocence. Gone was the nostalgia. No longer would it be regarded as a place that only a few brave travellers searching for adventure would venture to. The presence of the Han Chinese was everywhere; flags defiantly sat on Tibetan monasteries and the intimidating numbers of Chinese police gave Lhasa a feeling of being under siege.
Burgers were pushing Tibetan Thakpa out of the way.
The elephant in the room was staying put.
Our eight-day tour in Tibet was a monumental experience! We travelled hundreds of miles through sensational landscapes, visited what seemed like every Buddhist monastery known to man and met some amazing people – all in a rickety bus!
I grew to love that bus.
We started in Lhasa and ended our trip at Everest Base Camp, finally walking across the Friendship Bridge into Nepal where we had started our travels all those many months before. We had come full circle. I can still remember what I was thinking when I crossed that bridge. It was a sense of achievement coupled with sadness that our travels had come to an end. At the same time it felt like we had come home. I knew Asad felt the same. Nepal would always feels like home – we had grown to love the country. There was something cathartic about physically walking across the border back into Nepal having had all those experiences behind us. Crossing from one country into another in a matter minutes was so much better than just clinically flying over. We had ended our travels at the point of origin, only to begin another journey – this time back to London.
Tibet was an epic ending to a truly epic journey!
Lhasa – Loved getting lost in the alleyways of Lhasa, soaking up the spirituality, people watching, browsing shops for Tibetan souvenirs and randomly bumping into travellers we had met on the Qinghai – Tibet train.
Favourite Temples – They were all amazing but the most visually memorable and interesting were Jokhang Temple, Sera Monastery where we watched fascinating debates taking place between monks and the terracotta alleyways of Tashilunpo Monastery. Potala Palace was definitely impressive and the cave temple of Guru Rinpoche at EBC felt like we’d stumbled upon on unknown discovery!
Favourite Food – Apart from Tibetan Thakpa I fell in love with eggs and tomatoes! Don’t ask me why but I couldn’t get enough of this simple dish. The tomatoes were the sweetest I’d ever tasted.
Most inspiring, jaw-dropping sights – Casting your eyes over landscapes that range from grasslands and desert to fertile pastures, brought to life by the earthy pigmented colour of Buddhist gompas was a joy. However the view of Mount Everest has to top everything! We were so lucky to witness the clouds unveil such a beautiful site. Nothing will ever beat that view. Yamdruk lake was stunningly picturesque and exactly how I imagined it. Nyalam Tong la Pass was a mountain pass we went through on route to the Nepalese border. At an altitude of 5150 metres, the views of the Himalayas from here were just mesmerising. Entering the border town of Zhangmu – the landscape changed from barren to lush, emerald greenery characteristic of Nepal. Sitting in the bus, driving along cliff side roads through huge ravines was just amazing!
Wish I could have stayed longer – Apart from the fear of facing the toilets which gave Everest a run for its money, I could have happily stayed at the Base Camp for an extra day or two. It was a great place for peace and solitude. Sleeping in a tent under Yak skins was a novelty and it was surprisingly warm. If it wasn’t for the massive rat that scared the hell out of me, I would have had a better nights sleep! However, I could easily have just kicked back and spent some time enjoying nature there. I would have loved to have stayed in Lhasa a day longer to just really discover more of the hidden pathways and indulge in watching the various tribes and nomads of Tibet go about their daily lives. It was like going back in time. Nyalam Tong La Pass was heavenly. Just fifteen minutes longer would have secured some sensational pictures.
My most spiritual experience – It has to EBC. Sat by a stupa in the glorious sunshine, yaks grazing in the distance, watching prayer flags fluttering in the wind and catching fleeting glimpses of Everest through the most beautiful cloud formations I’d ever seen. I often revisit that memory. I keep it close to my heart.
Shocked by – Being told off by the police for not walking on the pavement on arrival at Lhasa station! Also shocked by the heavy presence of the military in Lhasa along with fast food joints and burger bars! The horror of it!
Day 1: Arrival In Lhasa
Day 2: Barkhor Square – Jokhang Temple – Potala Palace
Day 3: Drepung Monastery – Sera Monastery
Day 4: Yamdruk Lake – Karola Glacier – Kumpa Stupa (20th June)
Day 5: Tashilunpo Monastery – 318 highway – Qomolongma National Park – Dzong Monastery
Day 6 – Old Tingri – Rongpu Monastery – EBC 1
Day 7 – EBC 2 – Nyalam Tong La Pass – Zhangmu
Day 8 – Cross the Friendship Bridge at the Zhangmu border to Nepal
Our tour was arranged by Budget Tibet Tour. The driver was brilliant and Choedren the guide, was informative and attentive. I would definitely travel with them again!
Have you ever been Tibet? Let us know about your amazing journey!
Think of Tibet and images of spinning prayer-wheels, yak-butter tea, clifftop monasteries and breathtaking mountains spring to mind. A visit to this land is something to be savoured as the air, heavy with juniper incense, guides you to the doorways of Tibetan Buddhism.
Spanning the world’s largest and highest plateau, Tibet is home to some of the highest mountains on the planet and the source of major rivers including the Yangtze, Mekong and Ganges. Essentially Tibet is a geographical dream of humbling and epic proportions.
Walk among prostrating pilgrims who, carried by the centrifugal force of the Kora, gravitate to the spiritual heart of Tibet – the Jokhang Temple. Breathe in the magnificence of Potala Palace as it soars above the city – immense in size and symbolism. Meander through the whitewashed back-streets of the old Tibetan quarter or simply stand still and be captivated by the sheer diversity of people. Nomads from the Kham regions of Tibet with their braided hair and ornate daggers and those from Amdo walk by spinning their prayer-wheels, clothed in sheepskins and striking coral headpieces.
Lhasa is just one part of a complete experience. Venture further into this mesmerising land of surreal geography and a sensory adventure will unfold. Bumpy roads and rugged highways reveal traditional rural scenery – vast fertile plains that stretch as far as the eye can see. Dusty towns once the centre of thriving trades, offer a glimpse into the past and winding roads zig-zag through vertiginous mountains that reveal glistening turquoise lakes below. Old ruins spread across sweeping plains are a reminder of past invasions while beige mud house settlements adorned with colourful prayer flags, raise a nostalgia and innocence that is fast disappearing.
A Dramatic Arrival
What better way to arrive in Tibet than overland on the highest plateau on earth. Though controversial, The Qinghai – Tibet Railway provides an exhilarating taste of the natural wonders of the Tibetan Plateau. Sweeping panoramas, mesmerising mountains, turquoise lakes and wandering nomads are all part of the magical journey that involves being catapulted into head-spinning altitudes.
Without doubt, Tibet has a unique spirituality. You’ll see it in the architectural wonder of the monasteries that balance precariously on mountain sides. You’ll feel it in the presence and majesty of spectacular landscapes that make you feel insignificant and you’ll hear it in the whispered prayers of monks and pilgrims congregating in flickering candle lit prayer halls.
One thing you’ll notice on arrival in Lhasa will be the heavy and authoritarian presence of the Chinese military. Add to that the rapid development of fast food chains, hotels and imposing construction of factories and it won’t be long before the remote mystery of Tibet will be diluted. Despite this, you won’t fail to recognise the inherent spirituality and resilience which is at the heart of the Tibetan people. Despite a tragic past, an ever-shifting present and uncertain future, they display an unflinching strength in their fight to express their religious freedom and an openness and generosity to all who take the time to get to engage with them.
The political situation means tourism is strictly controlled. Currently independent travel isn’t possible and travellers have to arrange a pre-arranged tour to visit the Tibetan Autonomous Region.
Here are a few guidelines:
All foreign visitors must get a Tibet Tourism Bureau (TTB) permit to enter Tibet and an Alien Travel Permit (and other permits) to travel outside of the capital Lhasa.
All tourists will need to pre-book an itinerary, guide and transportation with an agency before travelling to Tibet.
It’s not unusual for restrictions to result in Tibet being completely closed to foreigners, so check the most up-to-date regulations with travel companies.
You will need to show your TTB permit before boarding a plane or train to Lhasa.
You’re required to stay with the group throughout your entire stay in Tibet and are prohibited from taking pictures of tourist sites unless accompanied by a guide.
Avoid taking pictures of the military, police or govt officials otherwise the tour agency may be asked to pay a penalty or be at risk of having their licence revoked. They are held accountable for your actions!
There are frequent police checkpoints along the major roads outside Lhasa. Your guide will normally deal with this by showing and registering your passport for you. However, at times you’ll be required to present this information in person.
Tibet is a privilege waiting to be explored. Don’t be deterred by the politics or the expectation of a rough ride. In fact, it’s for these very reasons that you should go. Learn about its troubled history, witness its geography and experience the warmth of its people. There’s a rawness and remoteness in its beauty. It’s like going back in time. Go now before it’s innocence is completely lost.
I promise it’s unlike anything you’ll ever experience again!
Since China launched the first train service to Tibet in July 2006, the Qinghai – Tibet Railway has carried thousands of awestruck tourists across the excruciatingly beautiful Tibetan Plateau. Considered an impressive feat of modern engineering, the railway was built despite the technical difficulties of building on permafrost, not to mention the challenges of constructing at high altitude and concerns surrounding environmental impact.
Known as the world’s highest railway, the Qinghai – Tibet Railway runs through the Tanggula Pass which at 5072m (16,640 feet) above sea level, literally makes your head spin due to the effects of altitude. Extending 1956km, the railway has 675 bridges, 10 tunnels, (two of which are the highest and the longest in the world) and specially designed carriages that pump in more oxygen, much to the relief of all its light-headed passengers.
Although miraculous in its achievements, not everyone is impressed. Pro-Tibetan groups see the railway as a political knife, slicing through the heart of what is now known as the Tibet Autonomous Region, in an attempt to dismantle its unique culture and quash any hope of independence. The Chinese Government on the other-hand remains adamant that the railway brings prosperity to the Tibetan region, claiming the increase in tourism and trade benefits a struggling Tibetan economy. With Chinese migrants now outnumbering Tibetans, Lhasa’s unique charm slowly being chiselled away and the presence of an imposing railway through a once untouched and fragile wilderness – it remains to be seen whether Tibetans have benefitted at all.
In the meantime, although politics constantly hovered in the air, Asad and I had other things on our mind.
It was 7.30am and we had just arrived at Lanzhou after catching the midnight train from Zhangye where we had seen the amazing Danxia landforms. Having had only four hours of fitful sleep, we were exhausted. To make matters worse, we had five hours to kill before boarding the train to Lhasa. Nevertheless, despite the fatigue, we were excited! This was going to be the start of our final adventure. An epic train journey across the rooftop of the world, followed by eight days in Tibet and a walk across the Friendship Bridge back to Nepal, where we’d started our travels so many months ago.
Lanzhou was surprisingly developed. We were greeted by the usual Chinese construction of imposing high-rise buildings. There was a heavy military presence and as we sipped our coffee in one of the many fast-food chains, we watched groups of army personnel march too and fro, machine guns at the ready. There had been a serious of mass stabbings at railway stations in Kunming and Guangzhou, where knife-wielding gangs had gone on an indiscriminate stabbing rampage, killing many. As a result security had been tightened all over China.
Five hours later and we joined the swarm of people scrambling to get on the train. A mixture of Tibetans, some nomadic in appearance, Buddhist monks in burgundy robes, Chinese business men and of course tourists. We were among the handful of western tourists. We boarded the train, showing the ticket and Tibet permit to the conductor and headed for our hard-sleeper compartment. Hoping to get a lower berth so that we could sleep and sit in relative comfort, we looked at our tickets only to realise that it wasn’t meant to be. I had the top bunk (again) and Asad had the middle. Oh well, I thought, trying not to let fatigue turn to irritation, it’s going to be another night of staring at a ceiling inches away from my face!
The train rolled out of the station and away from the urban sprawl of Lanzhou. There was little to do but sit back and enjoy the view. The carriage was narrow, with the beds taking up the majority of the room. With only two window seats outside of each compartment, we made sure we claimed them. Armed with my camera I didn’t want to miss out on the amazing views that were yet to come. The landscape from Lanzhou, said to be one of the most polluted cities in China, had started off grey and industrial, changing to mountainous sandstone with layers of varying terracotta hues. Rural scenery unfolded slowly before our eyes but was tainted by industrial chimneys belching out black smoke and vast bridges that cut through mountains. The speed of construction was visibly shocking. Climbing higher we saw temples masked by block rectangular buildings and high-rises. It seemed the ancient ways were being wiped out at an immeasurable rate. Once in a while a minaret would glisten in the sun. A silent signal competing for recognition against the cacophony of communistic development. Mountains lay broken and crumbling, ravaged by development that revealed layers of cretaceous history. Cities were being built whether anyone liked it or not.
A curious walk through the train several hours later revealed various classes of accommodation. Business men lounged on soft sleepers, two of the second class carriages were full of army personnel. They eyed us as we walked through, young men with blank expressions. Some stern. It was all too serious for us so we decided to break the ice and said “Ni Hao” to everyone as we walked past. After that the serious faces dissolved into laughter and lots of hello’s. Some sniggered like school boys, showing their age whilst others eyed us curiously. China had been confused by our British accents and Asian features. We called ourselves “Yingguo” or British, if anyone asked where we were from. It was like the penny dropped when we said that word only to be followed by a confused look when they pointed to our hair or skin. They were curious about our origins. Asad said we were foreign foreigners!
We headed back to our compartment and chatted with our jolly room mates. Middle-class Chinese tourists excited about travelling to Lhasa. Somehow we managed to hold a conversation thanks to their English being better than our attempt at Chinese that drew squeals of laughter from the girls and confused looks from the guys. The Lonely Planet phrase book wasn’t working! For some reason they thought we were university professors – how nice!
It was getting dark. A trip to the hot water dispenser to fill up some pots of noodles sufficed as dinner. I scrambled onto my top bunk that night in an attempt to sleep and looked down at Asad. He looked as if he was fast asleep, but then opened one eye and looked at me, smiling. We would be travelling through the Tanggula Pass that night and I thought to myself, I’d be higher than Asad when we’d pass through it! I wondered when the symptoms of altitude sickness were going to hit us. We’d been okay so far.
Morning revealed glorious sunshine in an achingly beautiful blue sky and the start of a headache. After reaching 16,640 feet during the night, it was inevitable that being catapulted this high and so quickly was going to have an effect on us. We drank as much water as we could. Brushing my teeth in the open wash basins with other people was a revelation. I’d left my self-conscious self behind in the UK and adapted pretty well to washing in public. We did this a lot during our trek in Nepal. There was a lot of clearing of throats and spitting which we’d become accustomed to. I understood why they did it. Asia was pretty polluted. The trip to the toilets that now overflowed and sloshed around wasn’t so great and involved hiking up my trousers and tiptoeing around with a look of horror on my face. Everyone else seemed amused. I hated wet floors. A tinned can of coffee did the trick in waking us up and as we sat by the window, nature unfolded before our eyes to remind us why it should have remained untouched.
The landscape revealed a smooth carpet of greenery. Sheep dotted the hillsides – stone walls reminiscent of an English countryside. Nomadic herders watched as the train passed by, their Yaks grazing on the greenery. I’d watched scenes like this on TV and never thought I’d see it for myself. It was like watching a documentary. Faded prayer flags attached to nomadic tents or rocks fluttered in the wind. A reminder of Gods presence. Passing through a station we spotted a guard who saluted the train until it rolled away and we couldn’t see him anymore. Eagles drew large circles in the sky and I almost dropped my camera in amazement as what I thought was a Tibetan fox revealed itself among the camouflage of browns and ochre that made up the colours of the vast plains. We all pressed our faces to the windows in awe.
Huge mountains ranges now came into sight. A magical fantasy of nature. Meringues dusted with icing sugar. Set against a beautiful sky, it felt surreal. A dreamlike vision. We breathed it all in – each and every moment of it.
When we thought we’d seen it all, we travelled past Namtso Lake, the largest salt lake in Tibet. Surrounded by huge mountains it literally took our breath away!
By midday we were withering away. My headache had gotten worse. Having had just only a few hours sleep that night and the night before, we were again exhausted. Oh well, we only had four more hours to get through! The lack of space was beginning to get to us and I just wanted to get off the train and run across the plateau! Luckily the train stopped at Nagqu station for five minutes and we got off thankful for some “air” and space before the guard ushered us back on again.
By now altitude sickness was affecting many on the train. A walk through the train revealed a lot of people were ill. Some vomited in the wash basins, whilst others sprawled lethargic on floors as they probably could only afford standing tickets. A young Chinese girl came up to me and asked if she could have my bed to sleep in as she wasn’t feeling well. She looked pale and we could tell she had a headache from hell. I of course obliged as suddenly a trickle of blood appeared from her nose. That’s when I got worried. Several rolls of tissue later and a consoling hug, she flaked out on the bed then reappeared looking much better. We opened the oxygen outlets and breathed deeply trying to ignore the smell of cigarette smoke secretly coming from the toilets! The human body was not meant to climb so high and so quickly.
Four hours rolled by pretty quickly and before we knew it we had arrived in Lhasa.
Asad and I are both lovers of train journeys and this was certainly an experience. It was so different to some of the other train journey’s we’d taken throughout South East Asia. It’s obviously a modern spectacle so lacks the nostalgia associated with the past. A lot of what we saw from the window actually felt like the past being slowly erased. That aside, it was an unforgettable experience. We met some great people and saw some of the worlds most outstanding scenery.
In the end, the railway is an amazing example of modern Chinese engineering. However, I can’t help but think that it comes at a cost, not only to the cultural and religious independence of Tibet but also to the sanctity of the fragile environment that is the Tibetan Plateau. Like the thousands of light-headed passengers, perhaps skyrocketing to these altitudes for the sake of modern development and political investment, may in the end prove to be a headache the government just can’t get rid of.
We booked the tickets through China DIY. The website is run by an expat couple who live in China and make the process of booking transport so easy. In fact we used them for all our travel in China and thoroughly recommend them to anyone.
Useful tips for the train journey
1) Drink plenty of water before and during the train journey to help with any symptoms of altitude sickness
2) Read up about altitude sickness and consult your doctor if you’re not sure of anything. At the start of the journey you will be given a form to fill which basically clears the staff of any responsibility if you are seriously sick. I thought this website gave a good explanation about altitude.
3) Bring plenty of toilet roll and wet wipes. The toilets start off clean but quickly turn into a living nightmare
4) Bring lots of snacks for when you get hungry. There is a restaurant carriage on the train but for some reason there wasn’t much food available, other than noodles.
5) Last but not least – enjoy the view!
Have you been on the Qinghai – Tibet Railway? We’d love to hear what you thought of it!