Goodbye to the wonderful people in Gujiunong. We left this stunning area reluctantly, as it has such a beguiling and peaceful aura, but it was time to pack up and move on. It proved to be a fairly short and beautiful drive back, partly on the snowy road we had come up on two days before, then on to the town of Benzilan, a formerly artisan village renowned for making a variety of wooden bowls out of the roots of the indigenous rhododendron trees. Now it’s just a small town with a couple of factories churning out the bowls and wooden artifacts bought by the thousand in Shangri La and Lijiang.
We
checked into another Songtsam lodge in the village nearby – all are similar,
yet have their own distinct flavour, and in all, the staff could not have been
more helpful – or more beautiful, and that goes for the guys too.

In
the afternoon we took an interesting stroll through the town – a retail
opportunity at last! – and were entertained by all the sights, particularly the
young monks on a day out from the local monastry drinking beer in the
pool-hall! Whatever next!!

| Za revolution is not over! |
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| New and old Benzilan |
| watching a game of cards |
And
back for a much earned snifter ourselves – having gone a whole 48 hours with no
booze, I promise it was much enjoyed!!





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