Swiss time is running out
What was worse than three days two nights on the road was, nobody knew exactly when we would reach our final destination.
The day before leaving Lhasa, we were contemplating which form of Transport was the most suitable. After experienceing severe altitude sickness when I flew into Lhasa, I decided not to repeat the same mistake again. Altitude sickness can be deadly. I was terribly ill, the sudden pressure difference between near zero sea level and a rapid decrease of pressure at 3800 meters did not go down well with me. It took me days to recover, a visit to the TibetanHospital included. —-
———————– Here we were, at this godforsaken place in the middle of nowhere, at three a.m. now driving through an unknown deep forest. The fellow passengers were all anxiously gazing out of their window expressing their discontent. No matter how we all thought, the driver carried on till he reached a tiny hamlet in the forest, shrouded in total darkness. Within minutes, he grabbed a box of Alcoholic drinks and disappeared in the night, leaving all passengers behind. It was another passenger who overheard the driver saying he will be back in 15 minutes. —- The scenery could have been from ‘Frankenstein‘, the movie, since outside looked all eerie and ghostly. No soul, no light, no movement. A Ghost town ? Some of the passengers took some courage and ventured outside, in the dark, chilly air, still light, yet different from Lhasa. We had, after all travelled for two nights and two days and made over 4000 km by road on the Tibet plateau. The fresh cold air brought back some life into us. And this moment I felt the slight touch on my face; snow flakes dropping down on me, within seconds the sky was full of them. Somehow these scene always returns back. The falling snow somehow dampened our frustrations , voices started to fade, with snow acting as a filter. Thick, heavy now fell, covering all the ground within minutes. Waiting for an hour without a sign of the driver, everyone got nervous. We decided to honk. Another funny thing, awkward feeling, standing in the middle of a hamlet, inmidst of a forest, honking the horn of the vehicle, passengers voiced out their frustration over the delay. Nothing happened, absolutely nothing for the next two hours. In the meantime temperatures were dropping more now, we started to shiver.cont. next episodes
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Bamboo forest of lost souls .. History has it two Empresses Ehuang and Nvying, wives of Emperor Shun, both from the island, were taken from their husbands. After the death of the Emperor, they returned to the Island to search for their husbands.
When they heard that both their husbands had died, they were both so grieved they themselves committed suicide by drowning themselves in the water surrounding the forest.
Wandering through the bamboo forest on a cold and rainy day in December, fog covering the hills and stretching deep in the forest. The fog so dense one can not see more than a few yards.
Here the place was solitude, tranquil, without any sound, rain drenched bamboo leaves touching, I tried not to disturb the peace of the two Empresses, who are buried here. Here the time has stood still and the forest will hide its secrets forever.
You freeze at any slight sound; densely populated foliage, your thoughts wander back a thousand years trying to unravel the drama that played here in times gone by.
Bamboo Forest of lost souls
Whilst visiting Malinee and Thomas we did some extensive hiking through Forests and beautiful summer meadows of Bavaria.
We crossed some of the most intriguing landscapes, such as the green Forest lake woods,
the railroad tracks that had colonies of wild grown Blackberries (the real ones !!)
Gathering Blackberries, Malinee prepared some of the most delicious fruit salad ever tasted,
tossing them in a light Yogurt sauce with sugar.
Some moments in life we won’t forget, and this was one of it.
Malinee is an excellent cook, she is a wizard in the kitchen.
My compliments and thanks go to you, Malinee and you Thomas..
Thanks for being good friends all these years,
Photography by : aheneghana / africasiaeuro photoshelter