There were hundreds of prayer wheels at Drepung Monastery in Lhasa, Tibet. Tibetans, visiting the monastery, hurried from prayer wheel to prayer wheel spinning each one with a practiced hand, then running up the path to the next one. Some of the people carried a thermos filled with ghee which they poured into the flickering butter lamps set before statues of the Buddha.
I tried many times to get a good shot of someone spinning the prayer wheels. I had to rely on luck: being in the right position at the right time. That is how it goes on a tour. You’ve got a limited amount of time to see a certain place and you want to see it. You also want to get some photos. It didn’t occur to me at the time, but maybe I should have turned a few prayer wheels myself.
Altitude sickness was a problem for me in Tibet. I seemed to be the only sufferer in my group…my head splitting open with pain, nauseated, overcome by a deep sleep whenever I was in a sitting position. A woman on the trip felt sorry for me or else wanted to practice her ‘laying on of hands’. I let her do it. I was desperate and also grateful that someone wanted to help me. Although she said she was a nurse, she told me that my symptoms were due to anxiety. Right away I didn’t have any faith in her abilities. My brain was swollen…that’ll give you symptoms that you can’t ignore.
She passed her hands over my body for five minutes or so as I lay on my bed. I told her I felt better, but I didn’t really. I thought at least one of us should feel good and it was easier to make her feel better than it was to feel better myself.