i am in a cafe called the shangri-la in lhasa, tibet. they call this place the land of the snows. i think a more appropriate name is land of the yak. everything here is yak. yak meat, yak butter, yak milk, yak yoghurt--even the candles in the temples are made of yak butter. suprisingly enough, it's not as bad as it sounds
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