I liked so many of of these pictures that I wanted to post more. Thus another set of portraits from East Tibet.
We were in a very remote area coming off a very high pass (~17,500 feet). We had no horses or pack animals so we must be poor. He first asked us to keep walking as there were bandits in the area casting suspicion on any stranger. Then, we were invited in the tent for yak butter tea. The family had never seen a gringo. Frank’s Chinese was not that of a native speaker (but pretty good) and my Tibetan was not fooling anyone. We were clearly neither Chinese or Tibetan. By process of elimination, they deduced we were Indian.
Frank and I went to the same place to eat every day we were in Gatar (I believe that is where this was taken). Actually, we went to the only place to eat in town. The residents would come to visit all the time. Mostly they would just stare as I could not speak the local dialect; I learned a bit of Lhasa language in India which is very different. We managed to get some great portraits here because Frank and I had regular contact with the residents.
We figured if they could stare at us, we could take pictures. Actually, most folks were interactive.
You learn a great deal about someone when you travel together. My guess is that Frank had a misspent youth hanging out at pool hall dives in the Western part of Switzerland. He won just about every game I saw him play. Note the tables are outside, full of flaws, usually not level, and not regulation size.
Frank attracts a crowd everywhere we went, particularly the pretty girls.
The trail here looks pretty good. We are just a couple days out; we had not run out of cigarettes.