The sky is an immaculate blue, dotted with wetlands and grassland pastures. Snow-capped mountains and glaciers are visible in every direction. Here, every step reveals a new spectacle, a true paradise. The winds of Garze(Ganzi) are free, with the briskness of the snowy plateau yet the scent of the grasslands. When you are here, you feel the gentle breezes and warm sunlight embracing you. It’s as if you can see the shape of the wind – the bend of the treetops, the ripples on the lake, the emerging peaks piercing the clouds, the light boats rocking on the holy lake, the blowing strands of hair. Within Garze city are centuries of history and the epic tales of heroes from a thousand years past, with an ancient and profound aura permeating every street and wall. The people of Garze sing when they can speak, and dance when they can walk. Song and dance is in their soul, befitting the “hometown of song and dance”. The Khampa men – tall, mighty, rugged and unrestrained; the Garze girls – beautiful, delicate, graceful and generous.