![]() |
How lucky we were to be able to travel here. Native Tibetans had their passports taken by the police in 2008. If they leave Tibet, they cannot return. |
![]() |
Our first hotel in Tibet – little did we know this was a really luxe accommodation. We actually had a flush toilet and hot water. |
![]() |
An attempt at making order out of chaos. |
![]() |
Sponge Bob’s passport is apparently good anywhere. |
![]() |
The first of many Tibetan yaks. |
![]() |
This gushing waterfall crossed over the roadway – we drove right under it. |
![]() |
Typical Tibetan wheels. Sure beats a cart with a yak. |
![]() |
Yak dung is plentiful. Locals like to shape it while still warm into yak poop hockey pucks, which they proudly stack and dry on top of their fences. In the winter, they burn it for warmth. |
![]() |
I’ll just have rice, please. |
![]() |
Yak butter tea was offered on many occasions, sometimes we had to take it to be polite. The taste is buttery, in a wet dog cheesy kind of way. Pretty awful, but it did make a good lip moisturizer. |
Leave A Comment