On the way up to Manang, Jibi and I stopped in one of those German Bakeries that pop up now and then for a delicious Cinnamon Bun and some filtered coffee. What a treat!
We has a beautiful view looking out on some snow-capped peaks, as usual, and there was a giant pasture full of grazing yaks just in front of us.
"Look!" said Jibi, who is always more observant than I am, it's a yak fight!"
Two male yaks, one black and one white, were going at it. It was something like head-wrestling. They weren't butting each other, like rams, just pushing each other with their heads. It wasn't very exciting. First, the black one was winning, then the white one was winning. Nearby, a brown yak was watching. She was a female with shorter horns, and she was probably the object of their endeavors, but she didn't seem too interested in the outcome.
Stupid yaks--they're just like humans!
We has a beautiful view looking out on some snow-capped peaks, as usual, and there was a giant pasture full of grazing yaks just in front of us.
"Look!" said Jibi, who is always more observant than I am, it's a yak fight!"
Two male yaks, one black and one white, were going at it. It was something like head-wrestling. They weren't butting each other, like rams, just pushing each other with their heads. It wasn't very exciting. First, the black one was winning, then the white one was winning. Nearby, a brown yak was watching. She was a female with shorter horns, and she was probably the object of their endeavors, but she didn't seem too interested in the outcome.
Stupid yaks--they're just like humans!
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