A few friends riding bicycles and stopping to spend a long, sunny afternoon on a rocky beach along the Lhasa River is a sweet episode in life.
|A few friends riding bicycles and stopping to spend a long, sunny afternoon|
on a rocky beach along the Lhasa River is a sweet episode in life.
The Lhasa River remains a main subject of interest for me ever since I first saw it on our way from Gongga Airport to Lhasa city. The ragged, rocky mountains on each side cannot stop it from running through them and giving way into a wide, slowly declining valley.
And it is in this valley that trees grow, farmland is irrigated, yaks and sheep are raised, villages are set up, small, sweet indigenous watermelons are cultivated, and the roads on which we are riding are built.
Looking 300 meters above, one sees the lifeless image of the mountaintop where winds, illusionary lights and dry air are the main elements. The living, throbbing, pleasantly moist world below will convince even the slowest mind of the importance of water to life.
The Lhasa River runs for hundreds of kilometers and is one of the major tributaries of the Yarlung Zangbo River. It is also the mother river for countless cities, townships and villages.
It is along the Lhasa River, that we run through woods and green farmlands, passing by ranches and villages, and finally arriving in the holy, sunlit, city of Lhasa.
When everyone expressed a desire to remain a little longer near the mother river, we decided to stay there for a while.