I was an early bird and headed up to the monastery bright and early. I thought that monks would be up for their morning prays.
When I was wondering around the monastery and lady came to talk to me and offered if I wanted to join them for a breakfast. Talking about primitive conditions! but what an honor! I had traditional bread and yak/butter tea. I was fighting against the feeling of not vomiting - very strange taste... I didn't have my own cup with me and one of the nunns gave her cup to me. Damn I wish I could have spoken Chinese with them!
