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Ngari, West Tibet

My path to purification began in the home ofof necessities, she relieved me of my burden,
Shiva the Destroyer - or perhaps it was justa backpack filled with 'non-essentials' -
his rubbish bin. The shantytown of Darchen atlaptop,  camera,  food,  clothes  and  water.
the foot of Mt Kailash in western Tibet is
populated with half-naked, red-cheekedEmbarrassing as it was, a lovely Tibetan
children playing in trash heaps. Teahouseswoman, eight years my junior, carried my pack
running on car battery power, with dirtthe rest of the way around Mount Kailash,
floors lined with old pillows, serve assimply because I could not. (At the end of
bedding for road-weary pilgrims andour kora, Yang Jing not only refused payment
backpackers before they start on their korafor her help, but offered me a gift - her
around  Asia's  most  sacred  mountain.decades-old yak bone prayer beads; the only
recompense I can now offer her is this
The word kora means 'pilgrimage circuit', orstory).
simply, 'big circle'. It describes the
clockwise path followed by devout followersThough weighed down with my belongings, Yang
of Buddhism and Hinduism in their effort toJin soon outdistanced me, while I struggled
attain spiritual absolution for the sin ofalong at the rear, making my way up the bleak
being alive. Throughout Tibet one can see theDrolma-La, passing the glacial brooks of
faithful making koras around temples andShiva-Tsal and the clothing-littered stones
other holy places, though none as consecratedand macabre shanks of hair that pilgrims
as the 52-kilometer circumambulation of Mtleave to symbolize the expulsion of their old
Kailash (known in Tibetan as Kang Rinpochesins. With a light snow frosting the terrain,
and  in  Mandarin  as  Shen  Shan).I finally caught up with Yang Jing atop the
scenic  pass  where  she recited her prayers.
I began my pilgrimage at dawn (after
hesitantly downing a cup of salty yak butterThen with the frozen jade waters of Gauri
tea for strength) guided by a trail of prayerKund lake below, we carefully began our
flags up the misty southern ridge to thedescent. As we reached the lower level, I was
Gyangdrak and Selung monasteries, and thenable to breathe again and the remainder of
following the few stone cairns back down tothe kora was a delight. We crossed snow banks
the kora. At one point the kora branched off,and passed venerable elders prostrated in
leading to a sky burial site, the place whereverdant meadows fed by small streams
Buddhists bid farewell to the dead bytrickling down from the mountain's
dismembering corpses and leaving the remainshorizontally-banded crystal face. Later, we
for the birds of prey that form koras ofarrived at a smoky encampment, with chanting
their own far above. The proximity of apilgrims  sitting  around  yak-dung  fires.
burial site is disturbingly announced in
advance by the shredded clothes in theWe continued past fields of boulders
vicinity, and more abruptly, by theblanketed in thick green moss before taking a
occasional human bone dropped from the sky byrest in a tea tent crowded with jovial
said  birds.Tibetans. Instant noodles and soft drinks
were available, but I boldly choose the
I continued my journey, passing a number oftraditional Tibetan staples of yak butter tea
resplendently dressed pilgrims watering theirand tsampa, an 'instant' bread made from
horses in a shaded canyon. Before long, Ibarley flour kneaded with the tea. Like most
arrived at the Chuku monastery, which hugsTibetan pilgrims, this was all Yang Jing
the western hillside above the Lha-Chu River,carried in her small satchel during her
in clear sight of the enigmatic Mt Kailash.multiple koras. Tsampa may be flavorless,
Aside from being the most holy Buddhist sitethough it smells unwashed, but it seems to
in Asia, it is also the source of four greatprovide sustenance and energy aplenty for
rivers: the Sutlej, which flows to India; theTibetans  to  complete  13  circuits.
Indus, to Pakistan; the Karnali, which feeds
the  Ganges; and Tibet's own Yarlung Tsangpo.After our rest, we pressed on through the
lush hillsides, tracing the Dzong-Chu river
I arrived at Mt Kalish at dusk, which inuntil we came to the Zutul-Puk monastery
summertime comes at about 10pm; Mt Kailashwhere most of the Hindus from India had set
was bathed in ruby-red hues, a spectacularup camp. I, too, might have spent the night
site, though one soon obscured by drizzlingthere, but in spite of the searing pain in my
rain clouds. Exhausted, I turned in for thelegs, I was determined to follow the steely
night at a nearby yurt on the grassy banks ofYang Jing back to Darchen to complete the
Damding Donkhang and soon after I set my headkora on my second day. My resolve was
on  the  filthy  pillows,  I  fell  asleep.rewarded when we finally rounded the last
bend and met with a stunning vista
I'd been cautioned by a number of experiencedoverlooking the Barkha plains: the Himalayas
pilgrims that the second half of the Mtto  the  south,  aglow under the evening sky.
Kailash kora was the most difficult. And,
sure enough, as soon as I passed DirapukWe walked by a series of mani prayer walls
monastery and crossed the Lha-Chu river theand inscribed yak skulls, together, into the
following morning, the route becamesetting sun. It seemed a fitting way to end
increasingly treacherous. The steep paththis epic tale, with the southern sapphire
eventually thinned out - as did the air - andface of Kailash behind us - along with our
then disappeared altogether among the largesins.
boulders  strewn about the Drolma-Chu valley.
Travel  Pack
I am in my early 30s, but in no time was
moving slower than an old woman. Indeed,A number of travel agencies and hotels around
80-year-old Tibetans spinning their hand-heldLhasa can arrange week-long Land Cruiser
prayer wheels quickly out-paced me. Before Iexpeditions along Tibet's southern route past
had ascended but one-third of the way up theLake Manasarovar to Mt Kailash for
5,600-meters of evil that is the Drolma-Laapproximately RMB 4,000 per person.
Pass, I was doubled over with exhaustion. ItAlternatively, budget travelers can take a
was then, during this moment of truth beneaththree-day sleeper along the northern route,
the luminously golden face of Mt. Kailash,departing from Lhasa's north bus station
there appeared before me a vision. Her nameevery couple days to the outpost town of Ali
was Yang Jing, my own Tibetan goddess offor RMB 700. Water, food and a window seat in
mercy.the front of the bus is strongly recommended.
From Ali's north junction you can hitch a
One day prior, I had met Yang Jing, a Ngariride on a 'gypsy' jeep to Darchen/Mt Kailash,
local, in the company of her grandmother. Ator catch a lift on one of the trucks from
the time, both of them were on their thirdnearby construction sites, or the occasional
kora in just three days. When she spotted merogue bus. Permits are no longer required for
draped over a large boulder, they weretravel in Tibet and as such no agency should
already halfway through their fourth.charge you for one.
Carrying only prayer beads and a small pouch



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