Meeting

I thought I better write a few holiday stories before I forget them.

One day we were on our way to another little town and we had stopped to stretch our legs. From the other direction someone came our way on a motorbike (there are lots of motorbikes on the plateau). I waved to him, just being polite, but I had forgotten that you wave people down when you are in trouble (the nearest village was 50km back), so he stopped straight away. I think he thought it was interesting to talk to a foreigner. He was a man of about 60-70 years old, with a great smile and three teeth in his mouth. (He did not want to go on the photo, otherwise I would have shown you.) We talked a little (with my limited Chinese and Tibetan I can't talk very long and after a few minute he went on again. It was one of the meetings that makes it really fun to be here. I hope this kind of things will happen to me much more often.