Happy Losar

Happy Losar (Tibetan New Year) to everyone! Or...as one poor unfortunate Indian signwriter would have us believe...Happy Loser...

I usually don't pick on Indian signwriters...there are usually far too many opportunities to really make it fun - but given the festive fun spirit of the new year celebrations and the fact that the above banner was displayed proudly accross the busy central square of McLeod Ganj - it was too much too resist.

Losar was celebrated with a dinner at one of my friend's from the course. He and his mother (who is also here) know a few monks quite well and one whom they sponsor is related to our teacher's husband. So our teacher was also there...but we only talked shop for a while. She is the one in the blue coat below.

The Tibetan New Year seems to mainly consist of time spent with family, eating, drinking, lighting fireworks and playing tibetan dice games. More traditionally, it is a time to clean the house and everything else to prepare for the new year - so it is a very busy time in most households. My teacher informed me that one tradition is also to get up very early on the morning of the first day of the year and to go to the nearest well and take the first waters of the year. She said some people even get up at 1am or 2am to be absolutely the first.

I did not see my Tibetan neighbours downstairs nip down to the stream early on Losar morning, but one couldn't miss the dulcet tones of loud Tibetan rock pumping out at 5:45am - courtesy of the speaker they had set up outside! This was apparently for the benefit of us all - and I must admit the novelty of the celebrations starting, rather than finishing, early in the morning put a smile on my face.

In any case, I was due up at 6am anyway to head off to Tushita Meditation Centre in McLeod to meet up with a Perth couple I know who are helping out there. Not to meditate of course - this morning was reserved for hiking....in the SNOW! We set off at around 8:45 (it took me about an hour and a half get there via a couple of buses and a few walky bits) and started through the pine forest on a great old cobblestone road that is so washed out that one is really rock hopping rather than walking.

This first section takes about 30-40min before you reach Shiva "Cafe" and where the trail forks to Triund (an alpine meadow which is about another 800m above) and the "Waterfall" which is at the end of a 45 min walk around the mountain the other way. Today we chose the Waterfall because there was a special lunch at midday and because the weather had a habit of closing in just after that and descending from Triund in the snow/hail/sleet along a rocky/icy path was probably not the go.

This turn off was also the main snow line. The walk to the waterfall traversed around the mountain through low forest with ferns, grasses and trees - including beautiful red blooming rhododendrons. The trail is a rather low one by local standards, but a quick check of the altimeter in my watch disclosed that at times we were just peaking over the height of our great Mt Kosciusko. What a joke that mountain is - well at least compared to these Himalayas - because if felt like we were just strolling along an ordinary bush track - aside from the fact that there was at least a foot of snow for three snow deprived Aussies to delight in. Snow, snow, snow - nice and dry and firm underfoot. White and glowing and fluffy and fun, fun, fun. We had also picked up a canine travel companion a little earlier (this is usual for these walks as these dogs know that there is usually a picnic at the end of it - not to mention the fun of the whole trek) and after toying with names such as Benji and Lassie finally settled on "Foxy". Foxy took great delight in chasing, biting and eating any rolling snow from underfoot (or the odd snow ball which may have been thrown by the aforesaid snowstruck trio). (Note that I have since found out that "Foxy" is in fact the local shop owner's dog and is in fact "Charlie". Apologies to Charlie for the temporary name change).

The waterfall itself is actually a series of cascades. On a summer day one can rock hop up the ravine and see many different cascades, but when we arrived the rocks were covered with a foot of snow and so the rock hopping was a little tricky. Still, we managed to climb a little way up and found a picnic spot on the snow next to the stream. Foxy (aka Charlie) got his payoff (chocolate cake) and we trudged back to Tushita - running the last section when I heard that they were putting on pizza for lunch.

Tushita is a meditation centre established by Lama Yeshe and Lama Zopa Rinpoche which runs introduction to Buddhism courses and provides space for retreatants - both Tibetan and Western. It sits a 20min walk above McLeod Ganj central square in the pine forest and the original building was a large British bungalow which later became the home of one of the His Holiness the Dalai Lama's main teachers before being acquired by Lama Yeshe. As many holy beings have visited the somewhat dilapidated original building has been retained - but now work is due to commence to demolish and replace the building. Only one room is to be retained - that of Lama Yeshe who passed away in 1983 but whose room is still kept as it was then arranged to this day. Given all this, after lunch I snapped a few pics of the grounds of Tushita and the old building - perhaps I'll be back one day to take the 'after' shots too.

I also borrowed a few pics from my friends who are staying there. Some beautiful scenes around Tushita here and some nice pics of the Tushita monkeys here. The monkeys are cute, but also noisy, greedy and sometimes a little aggressive. In the pics of course they are cute - so maybe best to leave it at that and not go into the rock throwing, air pistol shooting (to scare, not injure) and general cursing that is frequently directed at them.

Click here for pics of walk. tushita and monkeys.

Otherwise the holiday and rest of this week was pretty good. Studied a bit and also got sucked into some Akira Kurosawa samurai movies on DVD that my housemate borrowed from a friend. After we took turns viewing them via headphones on my crappy laptop, we gravitated upstairs to a neighbour's flat and had a couple of movie nights watching them on his flatscreen TV. The neighbour is away, but fortunately left me his key to keep an eye on the place. Mission accomplished - I can report that the DVD player is definitely still working, as is his cable TV - which I noticed had a great selection of FA Cup highlights. Did not try his espresso machine - but it seems to be intact. Ah, the deprivation over here is something else!