My trip to Tibet

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The last picture - what's this? Have to draw?

This is my picture, but it is not a specific place - a collective image. Health was, why was - will explain later.

   In the local telegraph office (if one can call it as such, more like a village latrine, with one phone number that you have to twist the handle as the "Smolny") we saw pinned to the wall otkserokopirovannye maps, we bought them and use them to continue the path. We have no one interfered, stopping where they wanted and were engaged in their work. Wentz ran with schtativami, and I collect a huge number of onlookers, he wrote quickly bustles, knowing that all come in handy later in the work. Interesting point, after the return gave me a book about Nicholas Roerich and I was surprised that he wrote the same motifs as Nicholas, that sitting on the same field.
So slowly through the mountains, abandoned city, which was administered in the evening I was in the mystical horror, we entered the town of Leh, the former capital of Buddhism. There, we settled in a house where there lived a family of believers. An interesting way of life, education and discipline that prevailed in the family, forced to look at life from the other side.
That same evening, I asked her to show me a Bathroom, to wash, I was shown the door. The boy quickly dragged into buckets hot water, but when I went there, saw that the ceiling there. Effusions had a hot water under the head paduyuschim snow. When I asked the question - why? I calmly responded that the dirt flies up. I always thought the opposite.
Once on the street we saw the child with the balls on the head. He posed as different smileys, before him lay a "cap", that he earned, a business. We threw him a couple of coins. Then something prompted me to ask: "And I gave money to?" The boy immediately dumped into my hands all that he earned for the day. We again asked: "Why?" The boy replied: "You also have to!"
We did not know that it is often at Leh in the afternoon, there are dust storms, and one morning went for 10km. on studies of the monastery "Stakmagompa. Interesting monastery, it is very often portrayed in the engravings, I wanted to draw something, take pictures crown, the return trip was nightmare. Sand in the eyes, ears, mouth, cuts across all the hundreds of needles, well the wind was in the back. In Leh we were 4 days.