Atop Mu Gompa, the only sound that existed was that of the wind rushing through the valley and prayer flags flapping in the breeze. Peaceful in its purity.  The sheer grandeur of the mountains in our wake and the rivers running left my mind quiet.  I'd really and truly never seen anything quite like it.  Being so close to Tibet and with its pervasive culture running through the Tsumba people of this valley, I felt that we were getting a sneak peek into Tibet.  As if the monks in the monastery and the sound of a conch being blown into the wind weren't enough, a huge white horse appeared like an apparition to stand at the edge of the monastery for hours looking off into the thin mountain air.  I thusly named her Majesty and we stood together, humbled, for hours.