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Who doesn't love a boy covered in shit head to toe? Seriously, it is Winter and the little guy is wet and has only sandles on his feet. This was taken outside where a few wooden shacks were strung together on the road, the mother of the child offfered me tea and we ate some dried yak I brought and shared. This is the custom. You travel, now by hitching on trucks, but nomads will go by foot, move to greener pastures and along the way visit others sharing tea, tsampa and yak meat. When I parted I left alittle money for their kindness.