As we ventured further, our group climbed in altitude as we made our way towards Xia’He in the Tibetan Plateau. Home to not only one of the largest monasteries in Tibetan Buddhism, but also one of the most beautiful landscapes I have ever seen in my life. After climbing the local mountain range at around 11,000 feet, the view literally took my breath away. I got to see the daily life of Buddhist monks living at the Labrang Monastery and shared dinner with a local family. Our group bartered with street venders as we got to see hand crafted artistry, jewelry, and clothing. I learned the valuable lesson to not trust just any old chicken sandwich, and that Xia’He runs on Yak butter (go on the trip and you’ll know what I mean).
I had many more experiences like these along the Silk Road, but one in particular came to me out of nowhere during our last and final stop in Kashgar. As our group was given free time to explore the famous marketplaces within the city, I found myself alone, shopping for jade along a popular street market. I spotted a beautiful bracelet with a price tag of almost 400 RMB. At this point during the trip, I had been running on basically 5 US dollars. I had gotten a loan from one of our trip coordinators for the amount of the bracelet, so I had to do everything I could to get the price down. The only catch was that, I wanted to customize this bracelet and put a different pendant on it than the one it originally had. This was going to cost even more.
I was determined though, and at the time nobody was stopping me. So I began to throw out the lowest numbers I could in Chinese and tried my hardest to lower the price. Five minutes turned to ten minutes, ten minutes turned to thirty. Eventually, the seller invited me into their store from out on the street and I realized that there were two other people inside: The owner’s wife and a little boy no older than nine. I quietly nodded and gave a smile to the boy and he very shyly smiled and clung to his mother as she completely reworked my bracelet.
My heart rate began to go back to normal as I was winding down from my intense negotiation. Eventually, calm again, I realize that I’m standing in someone’s home. This place that can barely fit me and one other person is a small family’s house. I looked at the boy and asked his name. With a child-like skip, he ran over to me and told me who he was. After that, both his mother and father introduced themselves very politely to me. As the boy grew less and less shy and more comfortable with me, he started helping ME bring the price down even further. The parents and I, both found this extremely funny and at that point we were all laughing.
When the bracelet was finished, I stayed and continued to socialize with this sweet little kid. He had so much energy and happiness, I could tell that I was making his day and he was making mine. When it came time for me to leave, I realized that a whole two and a half hours had passed since I had first walked into their store, and I hadn’t even realized.
As I was leaving, I got invited back to their house the very next night for dinner and watermelon, and sure enough I went. This time I was invited into their living room, past the jewelry store part of the house, and once again on this trip, I was astonished. The room that me and my roommate back in Beijing share is three times as big as this entire house. There was a small couch, a sink, and a small coffee table in the middle of the room. In total, it was probably twelve by twelve feet. The boy still had so much excitement just that I had come back to see him. After the mother and my new friend served me watermelon, he walked me around the street, even at times grabbing my hand and leading me along into his favorite shops. I had to leave this happy little boy that night though, and I’d be lying if I said it didn’t make me tear up a little as I waved goodbye.