After the gorge, we headed north to the colder climes of Zhongdian. It was a bit like Lijiang only it was largely Tibetan culture rather than Naxi but without the grotesque tourist overload. Hence, Tibetan prayer flags everywhere. You know what? Tibetan prayer flags make sense in Tibet.
We immediately hit the food market wearing our winter clothes and in search of the local speciality, yak on a stick. Ruth did european chic, I did Michelin Man stupidity...
...but the local dogs proved cuter than either of us.
Not long after yak on a stick, it started to snow. Some people said it was sleet but as little flakes fell, it was the first time Ruth had seen snow fall from the sky. She looked up at the heavens in amazement and wondered what kind of witchcraft was behind such a phenomenon.
Behind the town was a temple with the biggest prayer wheel in all the land. This thing was frickin' heavy and no doubt everybody who pushed it around proved their commitment to their beliefs. We came back late one night to find the local hoodlums pushing it round at a sprinting pace, no doubt trying to push it off its axis. Well, at least they weren't tagging it I guess...
Yummmmm.... Yak on a stick (note the dog under my arm).
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The greatest blog of all is complete, that's about as much as I can muster in a day and I probably missed lots of things. Zhongdian to be continued next, followed by the trek north. Laters.
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