When I first heard abut this place I was confused: a temple, a spot, in the middle (and on a decent hight!) of the Himalaya. What?! Why? How? Who lives here? Who built this? When? And why? Sounded like a mystical, magic place.
A forty hours train, a nine hours bus; two nights and two days later I arrived from Shanghai in Shangri-La. Green mountains, meadows, trees, lakes, nature, nature, nature as far as the eye can see. And then suddenly, in the middle of nowhere a golden temple standing proud and visible to see, aware of his astonishing beauty.
I mean, Pudong is impressive, of course. But not comparable to this.