The next day we fall into our familiar rhythm of long stretches in the saddle and nights in the open fields. From here on it’s to Chamdo, the next major town for trade. The muleteers are keeping a good pace, much to the delight of Dendup, who’s already stated more than once how fabulous Chamdo is, or moreover how good the food and the drink are over there.
Our days are filled with riding in the usual line, and little sister taking turns in the front of our saddle. She’s a welcome distraction, with Dendup teaching her songs, me teaching her prayers, and Karma, well, I don’t know what he’s teaching her. He often has to catch her, making sure she’s not rolling off laughing. I bet he’s boasting about his adventures on the road to her, too.
Our early nights are spent huddled around cracklin
