A komik with beautiful artwork

At the end of the day we arrived at Komik monastery - sitting above what is said to be the highest (4587m) motorable village in Asia (some say the world?)

We decided to stay - once we found a homestay with a lovely family - who let us sleep in their dining room - as everything was full!
What! The furthest outpost of the world - and there's no space? Seems that we turn up on the final day of a major puja - a real hum-dinger of the Tibetan calendar. Real cool dudes.. I mean, we've seen our share of cool dudes doing the chanting thing. Felt permeated by the rolling prayers and invocations - but this. These guys were pros, the bees knees. Not even having to consult the narrow, horizontal prayer books that lay in front of them - and still managed a twinkle, wink & grin to the bedazzled grubby travellers, sitting in. I believe this was the 9th day or so - and the next morning the huge, intricate, sand mandala that they were chanting around, to, through, whatever.. was going to be destroyed.

Astounding. A real moment of awe. It's easy to see (feel) that the world is tangibly a better place for these guys chanting devotedly. Hardly a scientific treatise - but had you been there... I'm sure you'd concur.