Between sky and water, clouds and mountains, where the sun burns and the wind is cold, lives the majestic white Yak.

He is the guardian of the holy city.

I gave him a present and he let me pass, so I could admire the ancient monastery and its beautiful statues, fabrics, paintings and offers.

I went to the very top of the monastery and looked far far away, I’ve listened to the singing of the monks and of the wind. I saw eagles flying above the golden roofs.

It was truly a magic place.