After the day’s activities around the horse, we go for a night in the heart of the Tibetan highlands.
After an hour’s ride through the meadows and yak, we reach our accommodation for the night: one of many nomadic tents that dot the mountains. From the top of my horse, I can hardly realize what is happening: so many images already ahead of the festive day just ended.
We arrived at the tent that hosts us for dinner. It is about 3 meters by 5 and you can stand inside. No furniture. Many blankets, utensils. At center, the home is dug into the grass, the clumps are removed a small table. Above the fireplace dry pieces of yak meat. Right, small yaks are attached. We spend all night in their company.
All of these pastors life revolves around these animals. This is the basis of their diet, and is based on their movements from moving families. They remain in these mountains 8 months per year, and spend the winter in lower elevations in stone houses.
A family with two young children and their grandparents live there. That night, we 5 more: two strangers and the little family of our guide. The three meals that we here using stick tree branches are simple but very tasty: white rice with fried vegetables. We installed our bed to the floor on blankets and other horse cleaner. The quilts are loaned us. The night is short between the sounds of yaks and the wind that shakes our tent.
We leave after breakfast for another ride on horseback. I enjoy the wonderful landscapes flooded with sun from 8am in the morning. Our guide, the grandfather of the family, we are to stay in another nomad tent he knows. We used a sort of tea with milk, biscuits and peanut butter we are also proposed. Inside the tent is identical to that which we already know.
We descend the mountain after lunch. I left our hosts images filled his eyes with a single desire, to know a little better this culture so different from ours.
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