Can I Be In A Chat On A White Dot

but I am now back in Leh - and near an Internet access - landed. Yesterday I had a look at four monasteries, all very nice, but to stay there permanently but then I was convinced none. So I stay secular.

But I want you to imagine these monasteries there, for they are always very nice. Up to the last they are rather the unknown, where the tourists go by.

This is the Matho gompa. You have a little search to find the monastery and will act before passing such a beautiful corners.

I arrived around noon, and what happens? I am invited to dinner again. Rice with cooked vegetables and dhal, which is a kind of lentil soup. Delicious. This is the famous butter tea, which one has to imagine better than salty soup to schmecken.Wie always connect the monks take their meals with a kind of worship. In a monotonous chant the sacred texts are recited, to beat drums and cymbals.

few kilometers away the Stakna Gompa. It is located on the top of a small hill, near the Indus.

Until I came out there were two stops: first, the road was sealed and then I was laughed at too nice.

The Gompa I felt like I was in Greece: white walls, blue sky and a donkey. First coming to the red-clad monks then put everything back in Greece, the priest's black.

went to the monastery it pretty relaxed. The monks sat around, chatted with each other, leaving it clearly left tackle. Later I learned that the lama (head of the monastery) was not there (aha!!), I could in fact be a room with two beautiful silver stupas see with turquoise inlay.

view from the monastery in the distance

A small bridge goes beyond the Indus

and whom I meet with flared thumb? Magda and Mirra from the Czech Republic, with whom I had last week, the dormitory is divided into Diskit. (I think I have not even reported, there is still so much to catch up). I offered in vain, Magda take on the bike, unfortunately, is no longer the place for Mirra ... .

Monastery number three is Chemres. Situated high on a mountain, does it make to get closer to a rather dilapidated appearance. On the way up, I can sometimes again some children not resist.

Registered monks make Butterteepause just singing, I am invited again. Always think of soup, it tastes good.

The sun is already against the horizon, while I am driving to Thiksay. This is quite a famous monastery and has a self-Guest House. Here it is interesting until the next morning before sunrise, so I put a short walk to the nest.

The electricity is gone, so good night until early morning.