Mountain view Hotels in Xiahe

"Aside from not being able to help with logistics getting to/from, the hotel was good. Clean big rooms facing the river. Excellent quality bedding and furniture. Beautiful ******* property with a cozy common room full of lush vegetation. Great location - walking distance to the attractions. Staff is always there and always helpful. The only point where they fell short is not being able to help with advice or coordinate any transportation to and from Xiahe. If you stay there, investigate and confirm all bus times on your own, and arrange yoir own transport. Otherwise, the accommodation itself is perfect."

"The luckiest thing about arriving in Xiahe was staying at Master Niangji Hejia's Thangka-themed guesthouse. Upon entering, the landlady greeted us with a smile, serving steaming hot ******* milk tea and ******* bread. The milk tea warmed our hands and hearts, and the bread, with its natural flour aroma, became more flavorful with each chew. The next morning, she even brought us hot rice porridge and bread early in the morning. Being so carefully cared for made me feel right at home. The wooden attic was exquisitely carved, and an old-fashioned radio played songs with a touch of nostalgia; here, time seemed to move at a slower pace. Master Niangji is a third-generation successor of the Thangka painting tradition. He led us into the beautiful wooden house, where the walls and cabinets were covered with Thangka paintings—the red of cinnabar, the green of malachite, the blue of lapis lazuli, and even precious gold powder. Each color came from the depths of the earth, remaining vibrant even after thousands of years. He outlined the lines for us, and we ground the pigments and applied the colors. This process couldn't be rushed; a steady wrist and a calm mind were essential, each stroke a breath of fresh air. We finally understood why Thangka is called ”the art of spiritual practice”—it paints the Buddha, but it's actually about cultivating the mind. Teacher Nyangji was always smiling and incredibly patient. He guided and explained Thangka to us until 1 a.m., without the slightest urging or impatience. At that moment, the world suddenly quieted down; there were no car horns, no noise, only the subtle sound of paint spreading on the cloth. We were all dedicated students, with endless questions, admiring the teacher's passion for Thangka, its charm, and the profoundness of ******* culture. He said that his grandfather passed it down to his father, and his father to him; this craft, like a prayer wheel, has been passed down through generations. This guesthouse made us feel at home—not just for a night, but enveloped in sincerity and warmth, making us feel truly happy. I will definitely come again. Tashi Delek."