On the road back towards Shigatse, we made a quick stop to get some pictures of the typical villages. Stopping in a small town, our group of four tourists became an attraction and soon a mob of local children flocked towards us, wanting to look at our cameras and pose for pictures. Of course we obliged, happy to share some time with the local people. One boy even arranged a pecking order for the pictures, of course making himself first and refusing to get in the group shot, wanting one of just himself.
(The typical white buildings, with prayer flags on top. The black roof is helpful for attracting heat and often used to dry their crops as well. In this area of Tibet, many of the houses have three stripes painted near the middle, black, white and red, symbolizing something like power, wisdom and justice.)
(Some windows and yak dung. Like cow pies, these things are useful for burning for heat and other dung-related uses. I'll let you come up with others.)
(In Tibet, they call this a motorcycle.)
(The group of kids and one older woman spotted us across the street and quickly came over.)
(Here's the group shot, minus Bossy who didn't want to appear with these guys.)
(Here's Hatty and No Sleevy. Just a cow in the background, too. The yaks in the village were apparently too shy.)
(I guess it's a nervous habit, but she wasn't doing this until the moment right before I took the picture. Hey, everyone does it.)
(At this mountain pass, we met a 60-something year old German bicyclist on his own, travelling from the NE border of China and Russia through Tibet and on to India, I believe. He was just sleeping with locals (no, not "sleeping with local") or in a tent along the side of the road, and we all thought he was crazy when we passed him going the other way two days earlier. We still maintain that belief.)
(The answer, my friend, is blowing in the wind.)
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