
NOTE 01 · XIZANG / 2024
Graduate school begins in Xizang.
From Xining to Lhasa: arrival, registration, campus, and the first week.
Along the Qinghai–Xizang Railway · Photographed by Lin on 2024.08.29
In August 2024, I moved to Xizang for graduate study. It was no longer only somewhere to visit; it was where classes and daily life would begin.
This entry records the days around my arrival: changing trains, crossing the plateau, registering at the university, and settling into campus life.
01
Xining to Lhasa
On the morning of August 29, I changed trains at Xining for Lhasa. The platform was nearly empty; the train ran the length of it. This time, the destination was somewhere I would live.


By midday, the train was passing the eastern side of Qinghai Lake. Grassland, water, and shifting clouds filled the window. Reflections occasionally crossed the glass as the train moved on.

Before reaching Lhasa, the train crosses a long stretch of plateau.
After seven in the evening, low sunlight caught the snow peaks. The train kept moving. A new life was already close.
02
Arriving in Lhasa
At around 7:40 the next morning, I reached the exit at Lhasa Railway Station. Morning light was already over the station building. For the first time, signs in Chinese, Tibetan, and English became part of my everyday surroundings.

I settled in, learned the route, and completed registration. Once I knew one road, one doorway, and the next destination, Lhasa began to take shape as a lived-in place.
03
Campus and Mountains
Once I had settled in, I took my first photo from the window. The frame held buildings, trees, and mountains at once: campus nearby, mountains beyond.


In the first days of term, the work was simple: learn the campus, then begin sorting out courses, research direction, and a new pace. Not every question needed an immediate answer.
04
Establishing a Routine
The highland sky is unusually clear. It is intensely blue by day; even after dark, the clouds remain visible. Lights came on in classrooms and dormitories, and the campus slowly became familiar.


I began to know Lhasa through a meal, a cup of sweet tea, and the first turn I could make without checking a map. The first week was mostly about establishing a routine.

On September 5, I went to Potala Palace Square. Rainwater mirrored the palace, clouds, and national flag. I would pass through this place again.
Graduate school began with small things: waiting for daylight on the train, walking out of Lhasa Station, learning the outline of a mountain from my window, then sitting down for a cup of sweet tea. After registration, ordinary life continued.