Before the gates
The hillside paths, early, with the mist still sitting in the trees.
Chinese writers have been coming to these hills to calm down for about a thousand years. The lake below gets the visitors. The slopes behind it are where the day actually goes.
The hillside paths, early, with the mist still sitting in the trees.
No garlic, no onion, and far better than that suggests.
Eaten in silence for the first few minutes, which is the custom.
The rule most visitors find surprising is the exclusion of garlic, onion and their relatives — held to stir up the body and the attention in ways that get in the way of practice.
What is left could be austere and is not. The kitchen builds depth from dried mushroom, fermented bean and long stock instead, and the result is quieter than restaurant cooking rather than poorer than it.
The first few minutes of the meal are eaten without conversation. It is a small thing and it changes how the food tastes.
The five pungent roots are traditionally held to agitate the mind and body and are left out of monastic cooking. The result is subtler than most visitors expect, and the kitchen compensates with mushrooms and fermented beans rather than heat.
Not at all. You are a guest at a meal. Your host explains what is customary so you are never guessing.
Around four kilometres on stone paths with a steady climb. Slower guests manage it comfortably with time; we can shorten it if needed.
Yes, and it is a good pairing — one day busy with your hands, one quiet. Two nights in Hangzhou is enough for both.
Only if you want them. The day is normally private to your party; we also run it as a small group when travellers ask to share, and we will tell you which applies to your dates.