I was in a taxi recently, having a chat with the driver, as I do.
side note: taxi drivers have people hop in and out of their cars all day who mostly either complain or barely say hello. Talk to them, they love it.
Anyhow, this particular driver is Chinese and I was asking him where home is, which led to discussions of Quinghai, which led to questioning why I was in that part of the world.
I love how the universe unfolds.
Anyway, we get to the Tibetan medicine part and it all becomes very otherworldly. He has seemed a very pragmatic and practical man so far.
Ah, he says, really long pause. I love Tibetan medicine, it is very magical.
I could only agree, delighted that this person who I had never laid eyes on before felt the same way I do.
Taxi drivers are our gatekeepers to many many places, most of them unexpected.
This picture of me freezing in the (summer) snow on the grasslands near Mahlo was taken by my fabulous driver. We had a shocking trip from Mahlo to Xining that day. It snowed for hours, then rain and mud made the road nearly impossible once we got to a lower altitude. He was cheerful and kind the whole way.
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