Here, there were throngs of visitors crowded around a Tibetan tour guide. Local Naxi and Tibetan ladies sat on the steps, calling out for tourists to buy a cup of sour yoghurt. The temple grounds were beautiful yet devoid of the sight of its resident monks. The only monk most tourists saw sat at a dedicated space near the temple doors selling amulets and bronze sculptures. Most deities within the temple had their names labelled in front of them, which was extremely helpful. A local Tibetan entered the prayer hall. One of the few locals on the temple grounds, I watched as he did his prostrations. I could still remember the Tibetan way of praying and did my prostrations after him. You could also go up to the higher floors which would be quieter with views overlooking Shangrila city. Just outside the temple, I met the Tibetan local who was at the prayer hall earlier. He was getting his bicycle ready and seemed to recognize me.
“Are you walking out?” he asked.
“Yes, I intend to!”
“Why don’t you take the public bus out?” he asked. I hadn’t thought of that! I soon dropped the idea when I realized I would have to backtrack some distance to the bus bay across the temple.
“No it’s alright I’ll prefer to walk!” I replied.
“Do you want a ride?” he asked, pointing to the seat on his bicycle.
“It’s alright,” I smiled. He cycled away into the distance and then stopped.
“You sure? I can manage you know” his voice echoed down the empty road.
“Its ok, I’d like to take a look at the scenery along the way!” I shouted in reply.
“Be careful!”
Outside the temple, there were no longer any public buses as buses in Shangrila cease operation by 1800. I decided to walk back to my hostel. I passed by a Tibetan Chinese high school which had pasted the Chinese Gaokao results of their students on the bulletin board outside the school gates. The name of the student, his Gaokao result and the University he was posted were clearly stated and I was baffled to see that almost of them were posted to Universities within Yunnan province. Most of those who had higher scores of 550 and above got into Universities in the Kunming, Yunnan’s capital. The highest scorer was 673 (?) It could have been their personal choices to further their studies in their province so that they could be closer to their families and no matter the reason, their completion of one of the mentally draining high school examinations was enough reason to celebrate.
The receptionist at my hostel was starting a fire in the living area when I returned. “Where did you go today?” he asked. He nodded when I told him about Potatso Park.
“You actually only saw one-third of the area today. There are still some parts of the park that are undergoing renovation.” he said.
The lady whom I bought the ticket from at the Ancient Town certainly didn’t tell me that. 100 yuan to see what little I saw of the park suddenly didn’t feel its worth. However, I had met the Guangzhou girl and learnt about Abujicuo by chance as a result of today’s visit to the park. The receptionist returned me a blank look when I asked about Abujicuo. I decided to stay one more night than planned in Shangrila and I would move to her hostel early next morning. The Guangzhou girl would be joining me too on the hike!