• Good Old Tawang
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Good Old Tawang

We needed to take care of some business in Tawang — the business being registering ourselves with the local head of police, who apparently needed to know things like: what kind of car do you own? (um, a bicycle?) And what is your house made of? And what is the nearest landmark to it? And what region do you live in? (I think we told him our timezone for that one, haha.)

Tawang is the big-ish town that is about 2 hours away —  so we also did some errands and poking about and visited the Tawang Monastery while we were there. (You’re going to grow weary of our mostly only taking picture of cool architectural and design details!) It’s quite large, and I think it is one of the oldest Buddhist monasteries, but we will have to do some more homework if you want to know just how old. On some other trip to town, I want to visit the Tawang nunnery. It’s high up on a hillside and you have to hike to get to it — no roads to that one.

We also found Lobsang’s mama, working with her road crew, and later went by her house to visit. She had quite the steady stream of Losar visitors (yep, it’s still Losar… we celebrate this Tibetan New Year for 2 weeks+!).

Kai basked in his celebrity status all through town and then crashed at her house.