Photo: Yaks Grazing in Shangri-la
Before coming to Southwest China, my sister and I were out one night with some of her Singapore friends and they wanted to know where we were going on our pending trip to Yunnan. We rattled off a few places including Shangri-la. There was an immediate ooooohh around the room as someone started talking about how lovely Shangri-la was – wonderful food, great service, nice spa, comfortable beds and the list went on. We were a bit confused by this at first and then it hit us…”No, we aren’t going to the hotel, we are going to the town of Shangri-la!”
Photo: Looking at the Tibetan Monastery in the valley – supposedly Shangri-la
Shangri-la’s association with utopia began when James Hilton described a fictional town in his novel Lost Horizon. In the book, Shangri-la is a mystical, harmonious valley, enclosed in the western end of the Kunlun Mountains. It has since become synonymous with any earthly paradise (hence the 5 star hotel chain) a mythical Himalayan utopia – a land of permanently happy people isolated from the outside world. One would think that since the book was fiction and presumably Shangri-la was also fictional, that this would be the end of the story…but not quite. As human beings, I think we have to grasp on to the idea that a perfect place exists – therefore many real places try to claim that they are the ‘real’ Shangri-la and capitalize on tourism and capitalism…the very thing that would kill a true utopia…but I digress. The Chinese government also wanted to get in on this potential tourist money maker and officially renamed Zhongdian Country in northwestern Yunnan to Shangri-la County.
We traveled by car into the county they call Shangi-la. We climbed high into the mountains and popped out in this lush, yet cold, valley dotted with villages and fields of yaks. This was my first yak sighting – signaling that I was entering the hearty Himalayan area. One where the bovine needed to grow more hair to survive the harsh weather. A yak is not a buffalo or a cow…it can’t even moo, it grunts instead – living in the harsh mountain conditions staying warm with their coats of long hair. The further you go into the cold region, the longer hair they have – adapting to their surroundings. Yaks are the main source of meat for Tibetans and this part of China – as well as a source of milk. Yes – I did eat yak meat as well as have the famous yak milk tea that is served in this region. Yak milk tea is a main staple of the Tibetan diet made of yak butter, black tea, and salt. I can safely say that the yak tastes like beef and the yak milk tea tastes like melted butter….and yak intestine tastes like a rubber hose.
We came across a heard of yak along the side of the road and I asked for our driver to stop so I could take some photos before the sun set. I watched the yak herders round up the yaks from the field (I have no idea how they figured out which ones were theirs), and walk them across the road stopping a bus in it’s track. The yaks stood in tall fields of golden grass reminding me of Kansas or somewhere in the Midwest of the US.
Photo: Giant prayer wheel at dusk in Shangri-la
As we entered the town of Shangri-la – I have to admit, it didn’t seem like anything special or any more different that the other Yunnan towns we had stayed in. Granted, there were yaks roaming the streets as if they were cows in India, and it was quite a bit colder – but other than that – it was the same tourist store shit. After eating our yak hot pot dinner and having a few beers to wash it down – we walked around the town square to watch the locals kick up their heels and dance the night away. I wasn’t necessarily expecting to see a bunch of Tibetans in leisure suits ‘stayin alive’, but one could hope. Instead it was circles of Tibetan and some mixed in tourists dancing around the square in a ‘line dance’ style. The movement of the hands and arms were much more complex and there was a bunch of hopping involved. Since I was high on yak…I decided to try and join them…plus the alternative was to stand around and freeze – so movement sounded like the best option. I tried to pick an older local lady who looked graceful to follow along and mimic. All I can say is THANK GOD no one had a video camera in our group! I was pretty pathetic and 4 steps behind the group most times – but I was getting warmer and warmer…thanks to the embarrassment of eyes on me laughing! We went back to our chilly little hotel and tried to stay warm in a common area with a pot of coal for heat. We sat around the table and played cards, sipping tea before we went to our cold rooms.
We started off very early the next morning to see the Tibetan Buddhist Monastery named Songzanlin. This was the largest Tibetan Buddhist monastery in Yunnan and one of the most famous in the region. The monastery was constructed in 1679 and looks like a Kasbah – with houses stacked on top of each other on a hillside. Approximately 700 monks live in those houses in this monastery community. The halls were colorful and ornate – and the Buddha statues were enormous! We turned the prayer wheels, and went to the roof to look around at the view. When we came back down in the hall there were some monks that had arrived to chant…if you can call it that. The monks chant was guttural – loud and amplified grunts rang out through the halls…and a bit shocking at first. I looked at Rebekah and said that the monk could easily be signed to a record label to produce electronica music! I could easily see a DJ pick up great tracks from this guy!
I get the feeling that there was more to see in this Shangri-la…but we ran out of time and needed to be moving along to higher and even colder ground. It was a perfectly nice town, full of ethnicities, culture, and old world charm. But Shangri-la……..weeelllll…I’m not so sure about that. Personally, I’ve been to many ‘Shangri-la’s’ during my travels – for me it’s a state of mind – finding the untouched, and simple lives, the co-existence of many religions and cultures – feeling remote. I’m happy to say that you can find little pockets of that all over the world!
Photo: My travel group trying to stay warm playing cards – scarfs and beer!