[vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text letter_spacing=””]As we got ready to leave Chengdu, I felt excitement for the inevitable beauty of Tibet, leaving for Kangding. Before we left the hostel, the reception lady at the front desk asked shyly for a picture with me and called me beautiful. I can remember both of our grins as we laughed and called one another pretty.
We bid farewell, my heart feeling lighter and embarked on the eight-hour mountain car ride. I was reminded of my family’s yearly ski trips and admittedly felt homesick. However, unlike the road trips I’ve taken with my family, I did not need a book or my phone to pass the time as we drove, I was breathless (not just from the altitude) from the mountain roads beauty. Rolling slopes covered by endless greenery as far at the eye can see, sparse clouds rolling just overhead – and as we continued up, drifting alongside or car. I have always loved car rides, to the point of disappointment when we arrive at our destination – and this did not let me down.
I have always loved car rides, to the point of disappointment when we arrive at our destination – and this did not let me down. Once, when we stopped on the side of the road at one of the many identical local restaurants, our car stalled and would not start. Immediately, a group of men who all biked up the mountain instantly dropped what they were doing and helped push the car. I was stunned by this service. After biking presumably all morning, I was sure the bikers were exhausted. However, that is just how people are here.
When we arrived at Kangding and at dinner, the owners asked me for a picture and hugged me in the photo. I have never seen myself as beautiful as I do when these complete strangers meekly ask for my photos. I am exhausted but awed by the spirit of this place
P.S. There are beautiful fuschia hydrangeas everywhere. You’d love them, dad![/vc_column_text][/vc_column][/vc_row]