Treasure Tagong Lhagang ལྷ་ སྒང་ From Kangding we drive on the Sichuan-Tibet Highway westbound to the Tagong Grasslands at 3500m altitude. The next 1000 Altitude lie ahead. However, the first functional rather planned stopover for acclimatization and distribution of stretch to Litang proves lucky strike, as it turned out after a short time.
Rapidly roars of Minivan curvy, up but good mountain path, climbs a passport with more than 4000m, moves a piece back down, then back up. With every meter the landscape is barren. Depending on exposure, wide mountainsides are times colored dry brown, times juicy green. In the distance, snow-capped mountain ranges can be seen. Since Kangding is the Tibetan Buddhism omnipresent. The mantras are in white, Tibetan Script lifesize already be seen from far away on the mountain slopes, while fluttering on every hilltop numerous wind horse colorfully in the wind. Beaming with joy, we stick to the window pane and would disembark prefer. But our minivan driver zooms quickly past the landscape. The other passengers are locals and overslept the panorama.
We climb in the small town Treasure at the deserted village square. Since Kangding it is suddenly quiet in the streets. The "city" looks like an extinct village. In finding accommodation here we have no luck: all accommodations are fully booked, there is taking place a prayer meeting, as we learn later. Fortunately, we still have a point further down the valley. Thanks to a powerful English-locals, we take the next local bus and squeeze us with our luggage between the first astonished and then laughing Chinese tourists from Shanghai. You just make a day trip to Tagong and are happy about the new attraction: "Ni hao" with a German accent! This will of course promptly photographically.
After half an hour we reach the small Tibetan village Treasure-Pasu. We are in the countryside! Along a river is two-storey stone houses Tibetan families have scattered built. Particularly beautiful are the typical Tibetan, richly decorated and colorfully painted doors and window frames. The fenced plots are huge. In between grazing horse beside Yaks on expansive green meadows. Next up on the slopes, it is dry. For a long time it has not rained in this region.
We stay in the Pasu Riverview Guesthouse with a very warm Tibetan-Swiss family and learn a lot about the local life. Isa has been living about 15 Years with her Tibetan husband Tashi and the now six year-old daughter in the village. Multilingualism is the norm. Dinner cooked us a very tasty Tashi Tibetan Noodle Soup fresh, homemade fettuccine, sundries vegetables and some meat. There are green salad from the garden. Hard to believe, we eat for ages once again green salad, to which we otherwise make a large detour. Fresh vegetables, there are rather rare in the region. It is for better durability inlaying, is dried while meat and cheese. Well warmed up the food we go down to our room and would have liked to turned on the heater. 14° C shows our Thermometer an, even colder than in Kangding! We tropical chilblains still have not gotten used to the cooler temperatures and put all their hopes on the thick rugs. Only the help of additional Wärmflaschen Guesthouses.
In the morning we eat in a long time the first Breakfast Away with homemade bread, Butter and cheese from yak milk, with honey and freshly ground coffee. In addition, offers me to Tashi, Tsampa, to make a staple of the Tibetans themselves. I'm curious and I agree. Tsampa རྩམ་པ་ is made of roasted barley flour, Kneaded butter and optionally dried cheese with one hand to a dough-like mass, until it no longer sticks. The difficulty lies like pizza dough in the proper ratio of ingredients. Since I've taken too much butter on top, needs more flour into. So it goes on and knead the tsampa ball is therefore always greater. Hopefully my tastes, I think and am curious, how it goes on. An additional baking is not necessary, Tashi explained in Swiss German, for the barley was already roasted and is thus easy to digest. A quick searching glance and ready is my tsampa. Here I sit with my tsampa bread dumpling in one hand and pluck off a piece. It tastes, Oh well, for a cereal and is very filling. Even today, tsampa is an important staple of the Tibetans, especially the yak herders, and go quickly prepared with butter and flour.
The sun beats down from the blue sky, only in the distance, the peaks are shrouded in clouds. So let's go on the ridge, around here even more snow-capped mountains (6000 until 7000) To see. And really, after we to narrow, meandering paths have risen to the fresh green of the birches and larches and the almost withered rhododendrons steeply upwards, are the clouds in the distance less. Who was walking again, know, what the climb is worth: of the outlook! Madness. We have no words. Our eyes roam from right to left, we turn around 360 °. There is not only a mountain to see, but a whole Mountain range extends in front of us from right to left, albeit far away on the horizon. We from saddle, looking for a shady spot and enjoy the sight. A few meters next to us yaks graze on the steep slopes and eagles circling.
Photo gallery Tagong
In the afternoon we make a trip to the Tibetan family to Tagong. On the way we pass a River Valley past, whose riverbed is littered with large boulders. The special: Each of the stones has been painted with Tibetan mantras in white letters, an incredibly beautiful sight. From the Swiss we learn, that it is an action of the Tibetans to protect the river valley. The Chinese government would otherwise carry away the precious stones as building material. To date, the sacred for Tibetans Valley is respected.
Conclusion: Those looking away from the hectic part of Chinese cities and tourist path rest and relaxation, is right at home in Tagong and in the small village Pasu, but should be prepared for the cool night temperatures.