Haunted by this vision of a monastery on the edge of a cliff. Truly divine from all angles. A must visit on every avid traveler and trekker’s bucket list. I must have googled this must-see destination a thousand times and lapped up information as much as I could.
Never imagined I would finally see it and in the most unexpected way possible – work-related travel!!
And from the other side of the fence too.. escorting a journalist to attend & cover a conference that I was a part of .
Truly, couldn’t have wished for a better place to visit on my first-ever overseas trip.
Happiness is oxygen swelling up your chest till it hurt you with its purity; greenery as far as your spectacle-clad eyes can see; no sound but for the gusts of wind that whipped up a steady strummm to your honk-attuned ears and just you.
I was told only the fortunate few ever get to see Taktsang Palphug Monastery, and I understand why…the climb is gruelling, the path just gets steeper with every step you take, the mountain air is cold that you start sniffling in the first half hour, the purity of the oxygen you breathe leaves you choking in the first 20 minutes and seeing the hardy mountain folk
walk up the path in their traditional Gho and Kira with babies strapped on their back is demotivating to say the least, especially when city-bred me was huffing and puffing imitating the Big Bad Wolf…..
He managed the trek better than I did even though I’m sure he was a centimetre away from leaning to the edge!!
I’m glad I had the sense to mount my stallion coz’ it saved my already-running-on-low fuel for the ascent and descent up the stony steps once we reached the summit.
Whoever said Moksha was easy, hmmmm??
We still had more than a kilometre and a half of climbing left before we were up close and personal with The Buddha.
Unfortunately, photographs weren’t allowed beyond this point……