Our hotel was in the center of the city, but it was actually a family inn. It was a small courtyard with 3-storey rooms on the four sides. Facing the gate was a fountain with a shrine on its top. The rippling water added a lively touch to this small family inn. Small as it was, it was built in very typical Tibetan style and every room was laid out and decorated with Tibetan patterns, and they charged a higher rate than others.
What made it really distinguished was a spacious balcony on the top of the building, which was connected by wooden ladders. Tab
les and chairs were randomly scattered here and there. When the weather was good, you could sit beside a table, having a cup of coffee or tea, or a glass of beer under the bright moon. The night breeze was a little chilly, gently fondling your face. The moonlight, pale and bright, sprayed on the tables, the chairs and the ground. Though it was in the centre of the city, it was so quiet here, as if secluded from the outside world.
There was no TV set in the room, I was surprised that I could still survive without TV programs and internet now. I was used to walking outside in the streets, sitting on that balcony, and staying in bed writing something about what I'd done during the day.
There was no central heating system in Lhasa,
and we used an electric heater to keep the room warm. Sometimes the heater was so noisy that it woke me up at midnight. Then I began to write sth in my notebook till I was sleepy again. The bed, the quilt, and the towels.....everything in the room smelt of yak butter, and it took me quite some time to get used to it.
But my favorite was the balcony at the top. I liked sitting there, feeling the gentle night breeze, enjoying the company of the snow-capped mountains, and bathed in the chilly bright moonlight.
In the inn there was a lovely husky. She had white and grey hair and a sharp nose. She was so friendly that she always greeted me standing on her two hind legs every time she saw me. I liked to feel her soft hair, and to scratch her neck gently. She just lay herself flat on the ground with complete contentedness.
Small as it was, the inn was the most special hotel I've stayed before ( a local friend told me we could have stayed in a five-star hotel at the price we paid here, but we could not find what we'd found here in a five-star hotel). What was more, the people were so kind and trying their best to provide the best service to us ( though there were intermittent power cuts during the night). I do believe it may be one of my privileged choices when I come here next time..
What made it really distinguished was a spacious balcony on the top of the building, which was connected by wooden ladders. Tab
les and chairs were randomly scattered here and there. When the weather was good, you could sit beside a table, having a cup of coffee or tea, or a glass of beer under the bright moon. The night breeze was a little chilly, gently fondling your face. The moonlight, pale and bright, sprayed on the tables, the chairs and the ground. Though it was in the centre of the city, it was so quiet here, as if secluded from the outside world.There was no TV set in the room, I was surprised that I could still survive without TV programs and internet now. I was used to walking outside in the streets, sitting on that balcony, and staying in bed writing something about what I'd done during the day.
There was no central heating system in Lhasa,
and we used an electric heater to keep the room warm. Sometimes the heater was so noisy that it woke me up at midnight. Then I began to write sth in my notebook till I was sleepy again. The bed, the quilt, and the towels.....everything in the room smelt of yak butter, and it took me quite some time to get used to it.But my favorite was the balcony at the top. I liked sitting there, feeling the gentle night breeze, enjoying the company of the snow-capped mountains, and bathed in the chilly bright moonlight.
In the inn there was a lovely husky. She had white and grey hair and a sharp nose. She was so friendly that she always greeted me standing on her two hind legs every time she saw me. I liked to feel her soft hair, and to scratch her neck gently. She just lay herself flat on the ground with complete contentedness.
Small as it was, the inn was the most special hotel I've stayed before ( a local friend told me we could have stayed in a five-star hotel at the price we paid here, but we could not find what we'd found here in a five-star hotel). What was more, the people were so kind and trying their best to provide the best service to us ( though there were intermittent power cuts during the night). I do believe it may be one of my privileged choices when I come here next time..
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