Overlooking everything was the 14th century Gyangze Dzong, one of the grandest fortresses in Tibet. It's a cornerstone of regional history, which was practically destroyed during the British invasion in 1904.
Exploring the town, I felt I could've stayed for weeks. Most buildings retained the traditional local style of two floors, white walls and blue window frames. There were few motor vehicles, rather horse-pulled carts passing tethered cows and open-air markets displaying large tea pots, kettles, cooking cauldrons, milk containers, and iron stoves. Children passed, going to and from school, as I headed for lunch in a delightful restaurant displaying paintings of the surrounding landscape. I loved the food, which had a distinctive Nepalese flavor.
Departing Gyangze the scenery turned dramatic. Reaching a hydro power station, the road zigzagged steeply to emerge above a lake created by hydro dam construction. It was amazing to view this landscape of bare brownish rock rising above the blue waters from which an abandoned castle protruded.
Distinct from the road earlier leading from Gyangze from Xigaze, this highway was very quiet. At first we would only see the occasional horse-drawn cart. Snow peaks started to appear ahead with the 7,191-metre-high, ice-covered Nojin Kangstan seeming to be directly above the highway. Yaks roamed while I, as a geographer, was just thrilled – this was a classical glacial geomorphology landscape.
Gyangze Fort (dzong) and town 2000. [Photo by Bruce Connolly/chinadaily.com.cn]
Gyangze Kumbum 2000. [Photo by Bruce Connolly/chinadaily.com.cn]
The 5,045-meter-high Karo La Pass was the highest point. There the mouth of a glacier, cracked into deep crevasses, clung to rocks above a small, semi-nomadic encampment. Stopping there I sat on a rock while looking at features I had studied and written about during my university days. I was also quietly amused at how the locals had turned a tent into a restaurant for occasional passing tourists, while also selling polished stones and beads.
Again, sad to leave, the road started descending an equally impressive u-shaped valley, passing slopes of shattered rock, pierced by crashing meltwater streams. I was enthralled by the scene. As the land started leveling out, we rounded a bend to see the calm waters of Yamzho Yumco, its name deriving from its turquoise color. As we crossed a plain passing through Nagarze, a small lake-side town, snowy mountains formed the backdrop. A modern middle school sat among primarily traditional highland architecture.
Sitting there for a few moments, looking across the expanse of the lake, one of the three largest sacred lakes in Tibet, I was momentarily taken back to the western coasts and islands of my homeland, Scotland. The waters blue, the hills green. The flocks of sheep grazing by the waterside contributed to these thoughts. Looking closer however I saw the dark tents of the pastoralists, some of whom came over, curious at the sight of me staring across the landscape.
As we slowly wound around the lake shores with its sweeping bays and grand vistas, it seemed difficult to imagine that this had been the main highway from Lhasa westwards. It was so quiet and peaceful. I had found another Shangri-La within myself, again the desire to spend time, just taking in nature. It was a stunning landscape enhanced by the now-distant snowy mountains.
A few small villages sat close to the road, some with small local temples adorned with prayer flags, – prayer flags were also placed along parts of the shoreline. Packhorse trains were gathered up, preparing to head to remote, road-less communities. I noticed small ferries crossing to the far shores.
Gyangze Palcho Monastery and roof renovation work 2000. [Photo by Bruce Connolly/chinadaily.com.cn]
A long gradual climb now commenced and with each bend of the road, as we moved higher, the views across the tranquil waters of the lake became increasingly spectacular. The road was winding up towards the 4,794-meter-high Kamb-la Pass, where we stopped to take in the views. Stretching below were the waters of the lake and in the distance, mountain summits rose. As I looked to the north, we seemed roughly at the same elevation of many peaks. It really did feel as though I was standing on the roof of the world.
As I sat at the pass, cars and buses ascended the slope, stopping to throw out sutras onto the stones around the prayer flags. I saw this at most high passes we crossed. Then there would be the long descent back towards the Yamzho Yumco. My descent however would eventually lead northwards down to the Yarlung Tsangpo River, whose waters I could see from my high vantage point. In the distance there was the valley leading back towards Lhasa.
The road then was narrow, at times with vertigo-inducing drops. After some time I was glad when we started reaching villages before arriving at the wide braided channel of the river and the main road connecting Lhasa with Gonggar Airport. The Southern Friendship Highway had been a magnificent road trip.
Gyangze Palcho Monastery and roof renovation work 2000. [Photo by Bruce Connolly/chinadaily.com.cn]
