We got out of our mini van, arses numb from the amazing ride from Daocheng, walked around the corner and all of a sudden felt like we were in a completely different country.
Well maybe that’s because we almost were. Litang sits right up against the Tibetan border in Szechuan.
To me this place felt a little like what I think the wild west once would have, definitely a bit edgy. The missing person posters all over town also added to the wild west vibe, though we didn’t see any wanted posters.
2-stoke diesel powered transportation.
Pigs wandering around the middle of town. This being the Trans-Tibetan Highway I saw these guys almost cause a couple of accidents, including one involving a speeding garbage truck.
Now I will pass you off to the good photographer.
Litang does have a large monastery, so we went for a bit of a walk up the hill to have a look.
Below is the local fuel, a mix of wood chips and yak poop, drying in the sun.
Climbing the hill toward the monastery.
Where we met a some smiley kids.
And did a little concreting with the locals.
When we got to the monastery the place was a construction site, oh well. Below is what they we using to make paint.
We made our way back down and found a market.
Then went for some grub. We got some sweet and sour pork, which was honey based and excellent.
Since we were now in Szechuan we also got some Mapo Tofu, which was quite tangy.
