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Securing hired passage to Samye Monastery from Tsedang, I ended up in a small jeep CJ-7 with a Chinese family - a son at the wheel, sister and father. We didn't speak each others' language, so mostly we listened to Chinese radio and watched out for yaks. At one point during the dusty, bumpy ride, the father nudged my arm and offered me a snack he was enjoying. It was a big plastic bag filled with slimy chicken feet. I pride myself on trying most foreign foods, but that day I just couldn't bring myself to suck on moist and meaty bird feet. They got a kick out of that and kept offering every 5 minutes.

The Pensive Yak

near Samye
TIBET

Securing hired passage to Samye Monastery from Tsedang, I ended up in a small jeep CJ-7 with a Chinese family - a son at the wheel, sister and father. We didn't speak each others' language, so mostly we listened to Chinese radio and watched out for yaks. At one point during the dusty, bumpy ride, the father nudged my arm and offered me a snack he was enjoying. It was a big plastic bag filled with slimy chicken feet. I pride myself on trying most foreign foods, but that day I just couldn't bring myself to suck on moist and meaty bird feet. They got a kick out of that and kept offering every 5 minutes. The Pensive Yak near Samye TIBET
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