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[–] guinness2 [S] ago  (edited ago)

I understand.

I'd hate raman noodles in my cabbage.

I nearly cried from happiness after backpacking through Tibet for three months and finally descending across the Nepalese border. I crashed in the first hostel that I saw and, in the morning, there was Kellogg's Corn Flakes and pasteurized cow milk (rather than the Yak milk with clumps of fat and grit and hair and blood that I'd been drinking in Tibet)... and I cried for joy.

Thank you again for your awesome insights.

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[–] MedicalMountainGoat 0 points 1 point (+1|-0) ago 

Note to self, bring cheesecloth to Tibet.

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[–] guinness2 [S] ago 

This is where you buy your meat, Monks sell human skulls in the main street of Lhasa and this is what's referred to as a "sky burial".

Bringing a cheesecloth is not the right frame of mind if you want to stay in Tibet.