The horse ride took us high up into the “foothills” of the Himalaya. Along the way we were invited in to a nomad family’s home where with the universal language of laughter and smiles we shared a meal of butter tea (tons of yak butter mixed with water and salt) and zampa (barley flour, a huge glob of yak butter, salt and enough butter tea to make a thick dough ball). Between the butter tea and zampa I probably ate a months worth of butter in a single sitting. Would of loved some photos but they were the first Tibetans that said no when they saw my camera.

Our Tibetan ponies posed for a photo.

While in Tibet we had the opportunity to ride horses up into the mountains. Linda needed no encouragement. I needed a little more for it would be the my third ride ever on a horse. Linda’s convincing argument was….”They’re small, you won’t have as far to fall before you hit the ground.” Somehow that logic made sense to me so I agreed to go.