One of the lovely things about travelling in Tibet and Kham is that it is like going back to a time when our nursery rhymes were created. As in "Little Miss Muffett sat on her tuffet eating her curds and whey ..."
Everything is back to basics and you can see exactly where your food comes from.
Here my Tibetan host is churning the yak cream by a hand cranked handle to separate the buttermilk from the yak butter.
Sunday, January 30, 2005
Tibetan woman makes buttermilk
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