Last night we had a very nice tasting soup which I couldn't eat because sitting on the bottom was a huge chuck of meat and after closer examination, Alice and I decided it had to be Yak....and I was done.
Yak butter tea! Yes, it is just as it sounds....melted Yak butter made into a tea. I took one smell....and that was it. I even had to break a deal that I had with Jim. If he ate my bean curd Popsicle I would take a drink of his Yak butter tea. I just couldn't do it.
If anyone looked closely when I eat dumplings they would notice that just the ends are gone, leaving the Yak filled centres.
If the truth were known, I am having trouble with much of the food here. Even my beloved rice isn't appealing. The best parts of any meal are the vegetables - as long as they are not served with tidbits of Yak.
I don't believe I am the only one in our group having a little trouble finding that perfect meal. I have heard the comments such as: "I need to make another hole in my belt" or "I wonder if they sell belts here" or "I need to get my clothes laundered so they fit again".
I realize that somewhere along the Tibetan tour I am going to have to try the meat, but hopefully I will be able to firstly, get it down and secondly, keep it down!
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