One thing that struck me in Ganzi, and that would continue to strike me later all throughout Tibet, were these young, pretty, nicely dressed, and hard working, road construction female workers...
The only man around was directing the works.
I woke up early that morning, to benefit the beautiful morning light, and started walking, past the bridge, in the fields outside Ganzi.
After a few hours of walking i started to realize that i hadn't had any breakfast and i was now starving and quite far away from the village. (who said "stupid tourist"?)
Yet moutains are like this; you can't go back until you go see what's behind that next hill!
So i did.. "last one" i thought, "and then i return".
Behind the next hill was a smaller village, where i met this woman working in a field.. closeby, her baby kid came running.
Her older son was very excited to meet a foreigner and he insisted to show me his house. I couldn't dream of a better treatment. He offered me my first tibetan breakfast, "tsampi" (or something like that, if i remember): wheat flour mixed with tea and yack butter. He also added some delicious yack whipped cream that his mother had recently made.
I tasted again later in a different condition and it's quite bitter, but that day, it was truly delicious!.. and nutritious too. I didn't have to return anymore and it kept me walking for the rest of the day!
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