Travel to Xiàhé (Labrang)

We were early for the bus. We had left the school and taken a taxi across town for nearly an hour, but we still arrived early. The queue to the ticket counter was long, and the signage was all only in Chinese, but we used our app and in the end, we found ourselves in possession of two tickets to Xiàhé (known as Labrang in Tibetan).

There was a station cafeteria, Chinese style, but even so, it felt familiar to any other station café around the world. Not quite a greasy spoon, but a beef noodle shop, with the same dim interior and large space of empty plastic-covered tables and maroon velveteen covered chairs as found elsewhere.

Monk buying Beef noodles
Monk buying Beef noodles

There was a wooden archway covered with artificial flowers leading to a section next to the window, and we sat there with two large steaming bowls of noodles, with platters of sliced beef and savoury and sour plates of various pickles on the side.

Michelle and beef noodles

From there I surveyed the other customers and began to note the travellers walking back from the bus station where they had disembarked from buses.

Tibetan men with traditional Tibetan jackets
Tibetan men with traditional Tibetan jackets

They walked by in groups and I began to note the Tibetan people amongst them, distinctive by their clothing, the women in their long dark skirts, red sashes and thin long plaits. I observed a group of young men, all with gold rings glowing in their ears, at a table near us. Their tussled hair and wild air caught my attention and my eye, and when they caught mine they smiled, broadly and easily between long drags on their cigarettes.

Tibetan men
Tibetan men

Lex pulled out his camera then and tried to unobtrusively snap them for me – not very successfully – and over the next few days we would see many Tibetan men and women, and their quality, which I cannot name in other way but as a certain wild untamedness, remained elusive.

Inside bus to Xiahe
Getting ready to leave Lanzhou for Xiahe

The bus ride was quite long but immensely enjoyable. Across the aisle, a young Tibetan couple flirted with each other. His hand, with its large yellow gold ring, was constantly touching hers. Her hand fingered his heavy brocade jacket, which was casually worn on one arm, leaving the other arm free, with the empty sleeve wound around his waist and secured with a dashing leather, silver knob studded belt.

The seat in front of us was taken by a maroon-robed monk, no doubt on his way to Labrang Monastery in Xia He. His head of short black stubble was just visible to me above his seat. His cell phone rang frequently and he talked softly to a young Tibetan man who sat beside him, in a language which I soon recognised as not being Chinese.

Bus to Xiahe
The bus was comfortable, the road dual carriageway and pretty empty of other vehicles. The scenery was welcomingly green and treed and rural, and I felt myself relaxing into it after the months of being in the intense city atmosphere of Lanzhou. At first, the villages we passed through showed abundant signs of Islam, with the hills and valleys dotted with multiple minarets and spires rising from many golden and dazzling white and glowing emerald domed mosques.

After a while, the presence of Buddhism was more strongly felt as we began to note more and more temples and tangled streamers of prayer flags flying haphazardly up the mountainsides.

The road separated eventually and became a single road and we began encountering more trucks and animals and random stops along the road, to drop off and pick up passengers in what appeared to us to be the middle of nowhere.

Eventually, we arrived in Xia He and we left the bus and were soon surrounded by groups of men trying to get us to take a taxi for a ridiculous amount of money. We had directions to our hotel and so we left them behind us and began to walk.
(Read the next blog for more on our visit to Xiahe and Labrang Monastery)

The streets of Xiahe
The streets of Xiahe



3 Replies to “Travel to Xiàhé (Labrang)”

  1. As always a wonderful blog and photos. Thank you for sharing your bus ride with us. I could imagine myself riding with you!!
    I eargerly await the next blog.

  2. Michelle, your words are so expressive.
    I felt like I was right there with you on each step of the journey.
    Truly beautiful cuz

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