…For dinner we went to a local Chinese restaurant, meaning I had to miss out on yak for a day. During the meal a local musician wandered in with what was apparently a Tibetan banjo, offering to play a song for anyone interested. I volunteered, and he enthusiastically plucked away at his particular tune, although I then felt a bit guilty to see that Heidi, the other customers, and even the restaurant staff all looked decidedly unimpressed with the song that he had chosen. After one track, Pasang gave him some money to go away and leave us alone. I guess the banjo is not cool in any language…