Between Realism and Fiction , Dege - Western Kham

Dege, Western Kham, Border with Tibetout in such remoteness. No medical facilities, totally
Long before the sun rises we are up. Behind thedependent on Tibetan Traditional Healing, easier in the
mountains it begins to dawn, we are engulfed by thesummer months, unimaginable in winter when ice and
beauty of the morning.snow cover the mountains.
The night had been noisy, with Tibetan lemursA two and half hour ride on horseback, she
rummaging overhead in the double wooden ceiling,immediately sets off to return back to her home.
sleeping was difficult. Where we sleep, kitchen, hallAstonishing endurance, strength, people here are
and bedroom in one, the typical Tibetan house.robust like no other. I encounter the first Edelweiss
Throughout the night I carried a flashlight to spot theon my trip, it makes me forget the strain on my
noisy little creatures who were after the Chambar,body, for too long I was out of practice since leaving
the rye flour stored in the kitchen in a wooden box.my home country. Recalling my Military training,
The breakfast is painstakingly prepared withHauptmann Lukesch, and the 50 Miles we marched in
Chambar, salted tea and yak butter, yak cheese,Alpine regions, I think back and realize how time has
mingled in a cup and bare fingers. The hospitality ofpassed so quickly.
the Tibetan people has no equivalent, we areHere in this region I find a variety of plants, wild
honored guests in their house, and dare not tofruits, Gooseberries, wild Strawberries, Raspberries in
refuse their persuasive welcome.deep red growing nearby. Reminding me of my youth
Red Tibetan furniture all around us, wooden tables,and the Alpine world I grew up with, where we
an open kitchen furnace, we sit on our bed eatingwould roam in the meadows after school, using the
and drinking the salted Lapsang, planning for the day.mountains as a playground, once again I see
We will ascend to the mountains staying overnight ,reflections of my early days appearing with every
where wolves and bears still roam freely. As a result,step I climb these trails.
every Tibetan carries a dagger, richly decorated withWe zigzag along the rocky paths, it takes all my
Silver and gemstones, according to his social standing.strength for its steepness. The higher we reach the
A car takes us to the school where Mr. Chen's wifemore spectacular the views, the more you feel
is teaching Tibetan kids, in a scenic settlement 30yourself free. Only a mountaineer can understand this
miles outside the city of Dege. We visit the school,feeling, perhaps I felt a similar sensation the night I
its basic facilities and see only smiling, curious faces.found myself in Beyla, Guinea.
Horses were called in the day before to carry me toThe serpentine paths become more steep, walking
the mountain, an almost impossible thought to bear.dangerously close near to cliffs I realize I made a
The means of communication is by word to mouth,good choice not to move on horseback. Not being a
as no transport other than by foot or horse cangood rider it would have been too risky, a reckless
reach to this remote parts in 4000 m altitude.idea I contemplate.
We start our ascent at 0900 AM and theWell into the afternoon, long overdue we reach the
breathtaking beauty of the valley immediately takesfirst house on a long stretch of green, rye growing
me into a trance. My guide's pace is fast, difficult toup in this altitude of 4000 meters. We set of at 3000
follow pace, I grasp for air in such high altitude. Alpinemeters, but the ascent was so strenuous it took me
meadows on our way, tall yellow and purple cowslips8 hours to climb. Here in the mountains everyone
along the trails, in the mountain meadows make meknows each other, so our arrival had been heralded
remember my own heritage. So similar is theand we are invited to the first dwelling we see.
vegetation here, I almost forget I am 8000 MilesSitting in the dark kitchen with only basic amenities,
from home in a far away location.the lady of the house and her grandson invites me
The trail is steep, the first plateau reached we starewith the same hospitality I am so used to since
at the mountains around us, the valley below, fieldscoming to these parts. All I take is some fresh
of rye in golden yellow. The main route to Chamdamountain spring water, trying hard to recover from
and to Lhasa, a 5 days journey by car. So vast arethe climb.
the distances here, one needs to shut off his sensingOne can not describe the condition of this dwelling
of time entirely for the duration of this journey. Timeplace, were it not to hurt the genuine people's
has no meaning, we are only temporary on thisfeelings. All they have is this, and this is their life. The
Earth.. Tibetan wisdom comes in many shapes.rye gives them food throughout the year, and
The stream we now try to cross is covering the trailrepresents their staple diet. All houses in Tibetan
over hundreds of meters and we attempt to jumptradition are built of raw timber, logs of Fir and are
from stone to stone with limited success. Ice coldpainted with a red mixture that contains yak butter.
fresh mountain spring water, a definite substitute toThe yak butter helps to preserve the logs for a long
the bottled water in PET packing. Prayer flags withperiod of time. When entering these parts one
diverse colors line the places where the water isimmediately notices this phenomena without realizing
deep, marking the auspiciousness of the location.the deeper meaning of it.
Mountains and cliffs towering over our heads as weI dread to climb further up and really push myself to
progress into the high altitude dwelling place of myreach the last 300 meters where the grandfather is
guide's grandparents. Eagles cry, circling above in theanxiously awaiting us. We can see the house further
clear blue sky, looking for prey.up the mountain and can see the grandfather
An hour into the walk we meet our horses, sent tostanding and looking towards us.
take us on horseback to our destination. I chose notThe last stretch lasts forever and I take a rest
to ride and pack our luggage on the horseback, aevery now and then, grasping for air. When we finally
white mare. Noticing the rider's pregnancy I wonderreach, I feel totally exhausted.
how strong these people must be, living year in year