The next day we spent the morning going around a fantastic monastery. It was mostly destroyed during the cultural revolution but some buildings remain, these are recognizable by their walls that slope outwards. The rest are rebuilds by the Chinese for the tourist trade. There are now around 400 monks living there. The feeling inside was really good, it felt more like a village than a monestry and didn’t have to much of a museum feel like the potala. This monastery holds the Tombs of the panchen lamas. They are almost impressive as the those of the Dalai Lamas. Once again intricately carved 10m or so high and more massive precious stones than your local store has loafs of bread. After sort of being overwhelmed by grandeur at the Potala, I found myself looking for nice carved doorways and a good feeling all obtainable in this monastery. Young monks ran around and everything seemed to be sort of happening as life happens, rice was delivered, yak butter candles where lit and it all sort of ticked over. After seeing the monastery we had some time while our guide got papers sorted out. While going around the town we felt it to be a more relaxed city than Lhasa. In one cycle rickshaw I saw an original Tibetan Dog. It was absolutely huge. Black with a sort of blond highlights but hair as thick and almost as long as yak hair. It took up most of the rickshaw and sort of forced its owner into a tiny corner. Thoes dogs apparently are worth more Yuan than your average farmer sees in 10 years. They are quite rare.