< prev   |   next >

Tibet Lhasa So when I saw this hand written sign it looked like maybe a cafe that is so small as to not have to meet the signage requirement. So I made a motion for food and pointed at the sign. The woman nodded, went inside and came out with a tray of cut-up sausages and offered me one.

So I ate it. It had to be yak something because it was plenty big different, chewy, dense and dark, made with bits of meat I suppose, in a vast array of browns. I thanked them heartily but did not go in!
< prev   |   next >
  HomeAsia • Tibet • '05 May: yikes, Tibet  





© 2014 • WhereTheHeckIsMom.com