Still,
the snow did
not mean we could not leave camp. Up
ahead was another famous monastery: Pangboche. Where
Tengboche is the largest, Pangboche is the oldest
monastery in the
region.
We traveled as a group,
since
none of us had been much beyond Deboche. I
hurried along, trying to keep warm. The
snow was thick on all the branches, and as the tallest I
received
more than my share of snow down the back of my jacket. I
was using my hiking sticks for the first
time this trip, and they came in handy for knocking snow off the trees
and
bushes.
Before long we arrived
at
Pangboche.
Or at least we were at
the
lower end of it.
The monastery is at the
far upper end, several hundred feet higher. |
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Ama Dablam |
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The monastery was set up similar to the others: an outer courtyard and a inner sanctuary beyond. We all took off our shoes and entered. It was smaller and simpler than Tengboche. There was a large collection of sacred texts, and a much more modest set of statues. As before there were rows of benches with robes, drums and horns ready in the back, and food offerings set out.
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Pangboche Monastery |
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The
monks were
performing some ritual in the courtyard, which involved burning some
juniper
branches.
It made a wonderful
smell, but
I had to get away from the thick smoke. |
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Monks in Courtyard |
In the
afternoon,
instead of going out again into the damp, I went up to the dining room
above
our camp, basked in the feeble warmth of the stove, and wrote in my
journal.
I was happy to get an
additional rest day: I was in no hurry to go higher.