Up the hill down the hill jiggity jig

I hiked up a hill with the fellowship. During this time rain was threatening just off to west. The hill was located on some amazing grass plains so we could see for miles and miles. With a little bit of luck, the rain never reached us during our trek. At the top of the moutain was an amazing view of Litang and the surrounding area and a GIANT phallic pillar of stacked shale. At the top of the moutain I decided to walk along a ridge through a heard of yaks alone. The views were amazing and the yaks plentiful. After I had finished site seeing on the moutain I decided to run back to town, which, at around 15000ft was as difficult as running up a hill at sea level. When I finished my run I found myself waiting near the wedding house for the rest of my friends. It was only a brief period of time before someone came out and pulled me back into the wedding. I was "forced" to do shots of beer (Thank god it wasn't Chinese rice wine) until I was able to escape. I returned to the mouth of the trail just in time to see my friends coming down the slope. Together we made our way back to the hotel.
Halfway there, a horde of children ran out of a house taking us completely by suprise. Before we new it they had grabbed our hands and clothes while making the sign for photo. The children were all between 3 and 5 years old and screamed giddily as we waded through them. As we emerged from the other side, and it was apparent we were not going to take their pictures a funny thing happend. The children, in unison, dropped their pants, flashing us and laughed as they yelled at us in Tibetan. Shaken by the incident but no worse for wear, we returned to our hotel and went to sleep.
I was planning to travel to Kunding straight from Litang, but when we reached a cross roads on our bus ride, I decided to break with the plan, and on a whim, accompany the Belgium Chinese couple and Canadian Couple to the Tigon Grasslands. The Deustch girls continued on to Kunding and so began my trip to Tigon, or as it is colorfully refered to, the Tibetan wild west.

1 Comments:
Hi Robert. I am still laughing about the children dropping thier pants. One late night after leaving the Catalyst with a group of friends, we were all getting into our cars. A little chinese man ran up and dropped his pants and started shaking the family jewels while wiggeling his hips. All of us reacted differently. My friend Wendy was horrified. She jumped in the car and locked her door. My friend Brandy started yelling at him. I will spare you the details of what she said but it involved needing a microscope. As for muy reaction, I laughed so hard that I could not move!
Love Becka
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