I wanted to meet some people from the outlying villages so I found a guide and headed out of town for the day. Unfortunately the villages were for the most part empty. In an attempt to appease the Tibetans, the Chinese Government started giving them jobs after last year’s rebellion. This way they would be too tired and too dependent on the chinese to put up a fuss. I bought a couple of cups from the cup seller pushing his cart around in a village called Tho lung. He and the small group of people clamoring to buy cups were the only ones around. It made me wonder, where had all their old cups gone and was this a good business to get into? It seemed a tad bit limited but, then again, what do I know about the cup business?
Later we stumbled upon a village called Qu Mo Lung. It felt like a ghost town until we walked by the tea house. Inside I found dozens of old men and women playing cards and Tibetan board games drinking Yak butter tea and laughing raucously all the while hawking and spitting phlegm (as they do so well in asia, more on that later). I ordered sweet tea then merrily guzzled a surprise cup of yak butter tea again. I took a few photos which caused a certain amount of mayhem as they playfully teased each other. Soon it turned into a game. I would sneak a photo of someone at their request and the whole tea house would shake with laughter. I love old people! They have a certain gleam in their eye as well as a sweetness and a beautiful innocence. I truly had a wonderful time.
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