Ren'ai Monastery in the Ganjia Grasslands

One afternoon, our school took a trip and hour north of Xiahe to visit another smaller monastery (Ren'ai) on the grasslands near Ganjia.  This meta-photo happened often for our African-American students!

The Ren'ai Monastery houses 70 monks out in the middle of these grasslands.  The monks told us that it is MUCH more beautiful in the summer when it isn't so brown.  I was pretty impressed with what I saw.

Some younger monks saw us out in the grasslands in front of the monastery and checked us out.

We engaged them in a match of Tug-of-War.

And then frisbee.  This hour watching these boy/monks have such a blast with something as simple as a frisbee was a trip highlight.

I sat down and chatted with these monks for a while using my Chinese and one of the teenage monks who spoke some Chinese.  The rest read Tibetan. Most of these boys are from the local area and chose to join the monastery. Just like it seems natural for us to go to college, the monastery is the same for them.

This was FASCINATING during a walk around the area.  These government slogans.  This one says, "If you have less than 1 kid, the government will pay your 3000-5000 RMB"

"Today's education, bring tomorrow's technology and the next days economic virtue"

"A stable population raises the character of the population"

"Fewer children, more happiness"

"In the countryside, if you have a first girl and then a second girl, the government will insure medical insurance"

"The number of people in home provides harmony and the government provides monetary support"

We had to shuttle from a place where the buses couldn't cross through in vans, but the vans were also blocked by a hay harvest.  Therefore, we had to walk down the road a way.

I was put to work.

Labrang Tibetan Monastery

Leaving Xinjiang Province, in Northwestern China, Sam and I parted ways. He took the train into the Kazakhstan (and then onto Kyrgyzstan and Uzbekistan, which, after studying his Lonely Planet Central Asia guide assiduously, now know where they are in relation to each other and how they are generally different) and I flew a few hours east to the town of Lanzhou in Gansu Province. The students were taking the train from Beijing and we met there. Gansu and Lanzhou were a major part of the ancient "Silk Road", but most interesting for me/us is that it is where Han China starts to blend into minority Chinese groups and in particular here, Tibetans. The school trip had a two fold mission, first to immerse ourselves in Tibetan culture and the second, to meet up with a local school to do a visit (more on that to come in a later post). My two weeks in Western China have really given me a sense that the homogeneity of China is complete wrong.  This is a country with political borders that encompasses people's of all different races, religions and beliefs. Our stop on the Tibetan plateau (not political Tibet, but an area that is predominantly Tibetan in culture and feel) was the town of Xiahe, home of the famed Labrang Monastery (founded in 1709), one of the six more important monasteries of the yellow hat sect, and the largest outside of political Tibet.

I start with this picture because I love this part of our SYA-China trips. It's roll call, but it's done with our students Chinese names.

So, the description of "monastery" was a bit misleading, at least for me.  The Labrang Monastery is more of a "college." Monks (and there were some women too) come here to study, pass some general practice and then get admitted to different institutes (medicine, debate, meditation etc) within the monastery to study for the rest of their lives.

There are about 2,500 monks here at Labrang. They live in town.  They aren't "Amish" like I thought. They have cell phones and use taxis and generally live like the rest of us in the "day to day" lives.

One important part of the monastery is the "kora" or spinning of the prayer wheels (which I think symbolize keeping prayers in motion/going all the time). It's a 3km path around the monastery and there are about 1,000 wheels.

Along the "kora" there are devoted Buddhists that prostrate themselves as a sign of devotion. It's take a step, down on your knees, lay down, pray, get up and do it all over again.  Apparently, there are some Buddhists who start from their homes and do this for thousands of kilometers on their way to Buddhist holy sites.

I wonder if a black cat under a Buddhist prayer wheel is a bad sign?  Do they cancel each other out?  Am I mixing religion and superstition?  I'm confused!

Many of the monastery buildings were destroyed in the Cultural Revolution and are just recently being rebuilt, such as this one in 2007.

There are a number of taller buildings that are more square in plan in which house HUGE Buddhas, each with a different name. I respected the wish for no pictures!

The Labrang Monastery abuts a large hill and those small houses in the hills are supposedly refuges for monks who want to spend some time in isolation.

All of a sudden, as we were walking around, horns (not electronic) starting sounding.  Looking up, we saw these men blowing into a horn, which must have been a call to prayer.

Because all of a sudden there was a buzz of activity.

Monks walking everywhere.

And then a pile of shoes as they entered into the main prayer hall.  Again, no pictures, but I got to peek in.  It's dark inside and they sit in rows perpendicular to pews in a traditional church and face each other.  There is burning of paper and other rituals, but I didn't really know what was going on.

Ex-students of mine will know my "issue" with Uggs.  I wonder if this is where they originated?

An UNEXPECTED treat.  As we were wandering around Labrang Monastery, we walked into a courtyard and witnessed a prayer ceremony. WOW!

I LOVE this photo.  Boy monk on his PSP.  The collision of two worlds.

The Chinese Tour Group Experience

On the last day Sam and I had together in Urumqi, we decided to head up to the famed Tian Chi "Heavenly Lake."  Having spent the week traveling independently, we decided it would be nice and easy to take the day off from making our own arrangements and take a day tour.  It turned out to be....well, kind of your worst nightmare. We signed up for the tour, paid our $20 (the low rate turned out to be a teaser.....)  We thought our $20 covered our transportation to the park and at that point would need to pay an entrance fee.  Nope.  The $20 covered only the cost of the bus ride to the base of the park.  At this point our tour guide asked us for another $35.  WHAT?  I tried to get her to explain what that was for.  We thought that we could simply enter, and hike to the lake.....

This is the two of us at the top...finally.  The fog blocked any view of the lake.  But the story getting there is all the fun because by this time, we had been defeated by the tour that we simply had to accept our fate and laugh at the situation.

This was the entrance to the park, from which we were "extorted" another $40 dollars. It came with extras that we didn't want, but after arguing I simply was defeated.  So here's what we got....

In our group...a man who wore his bathrobe all day.

On our way from the entrance to the lake we "got" to stop by a traditional Kazakh village.  We got to see yurts and were lead around by a guide with a flag.

At this point we're just making fun of everything.  Our guide....spoke with the microphone like EVERY Chinese tour guide.  NO ONE LISTENED.

The Kazakh Village was a demeaning experience to the Kazakh's (assuming they were actual Kazakh's).  Visitors got to "dress" up in "traditional" dress and pose for pictures.

Oh, and OF COURSE, there was going to be a sales situation.  Here we were being sold tea.  This woman actually had the balls to tell our group to "shut up."

Every few minutes, a couple of Kazakh dancers came out for people to watch. It felt just.....demeaning for the dancers.

A meal...again more money extracted.

That's all we saw of Tian Chi

Chinese and the outdoors.  It's a speaker masked as a tree stump.

And you ALWAYS run into wedding pictures being taken.

And on the way back, we stopped by to go shopping AGAIN. But at that point Sam and I simply bolted and took a local bus back into town.  Ohhhh, a Chinese tour group, a once in a lifetime experience...I hope.