We crossed the Renjo La at 17,600 feet. As we crested the pass heading West I could feel 600 years of Tibetan Yak trains. Tibetans would load their yaks with bags of salt from Tibet, cross the Nangpa La into Nepal to pick up Rice. This is no easy feat. Imagine crossing, glacier with gaping crevasses and ice bridges with 800 pound animals.
Once on the Nepal side the tension subsides and Tibetan Folk songs ring through the valley. Tibetans often whistle a tune that lulls Yak and herder into a meditation. The occasional, Ang Tashi, Ang Nima (yak names) echoing off the walls as the animals are persuaded to move faster.
On this trip I could hear the yak bells in the distance. A kind of soft sound making one forget the miles under feet.
Once on the Nepal side the tension subsides and Tibetan Folk songs ring through the valley. Tibetans often whistle a tune that lulls Yak and herder into a meditation. The occasional, Ang Tashi, Ang Nima (yak names) echoing off the walls as the animals are persuaded to move faster.
On this trip I could hear the yak bells in the distance. A kind of soft sound making one forget the miles under feet.
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