The Food Quandary, Cows and Yaks

Some of us like a bit of spice in our food, others not so much. So Ugyen has briefed the kitchens at our hotels to tone down the spice for Western palates, which is a bit disappointing. Nevertheless, I’m enjoying the noodles, fried rice and soup. Not to sound pejorative, but the chicken, always served in a tasty sauce, had to have been cut up with a chainsaw!

One of the more fascinating beverages is butter tea. Imagine drinking a cup of melted butter mixed with black tea… my first cup was my last!

As we negotiate the narrow winding roads through the snow-capped mountains, we often see cows grazing by the roadside. It’s anyone’s guess where their barns are; and since there’s very little shoulder between the road and the abyss below, I can’t imagine how they get to where they belong.

One day we stopped at a little shack shop at a place I called Yak Junction because of the many yaks ambling along the highway and nibbling on grass and weeds. We all bought beautiful shawls made from baby yak wool, softer than you can imagine, from the lady weaving in the sun.

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