Never regret to be there.
Never too long to be there.
But maybe it will be too late if you go there someday later, beccause the original and primitive Tibet is edging away from us now. That’s what I’ve been thinking after coming back there. I wish I’d be there again some day in the future. But when? No idea. I just fear that my dreamland had gone when I were there again.
Though I’ve just dropped by a tiny fraction of this mysterious land, I will try my best to collect some invaluable pictures and memorable moments from my stuffed mind and share them with you. Perhaps the title of the series should be ” My Dreamland Lhasa”, to be more exact.
The trip may become part of happy memories in my life, though I still have something to be fretted with: Pursuit of traditional characteristics at the price of adequate hygiene, the noisy electric heater that always woke me up at midnights, and the smell of yak butter everywhere( I guess everything of mine has smelt of yak butter now).
But this is Tibet. I love this place, and I even love what I dislike about it, because that’s what makes it so unique. Please follow me in the following days, enjoy the georgeous scenery and feel the long-history of Tibetan culture with me.