Langmusi  
 

Day 10: I woke up in the morning, felt sharp pain in my gastric and threw up all the yak meat that I ate the day before. I didn't feel any better afterwards, but still had to get on the bus that was supposed to take us to Zoige. (Therefore a warning to all: if yak meat sounds hostile to you, avoid it!)

The bus was getting packed like a can of sardines after going for about 1/2 hour, and the driver still let more passengers in (maybe he's getting his name into the Guinness Records), and I was struggling for fresh air, feeling more and more nausea. A Tibetan dressed man started to rest his butt on Yanling's shoulders, and I guess he's suffering from some 'localized numbness' cos he didn't move his butt an inch when Yanling pushed him away! In fact, he moved his butt even more towards us!! 

Our luck changed when the bus stopped in a traffic jam, caused by a broken down vehicle in the middle of the road. There's a small empty tourist bus in front of us, and all thanks to Binni again for securing another good deal: the bus would take us to Langmsi straight! This meant that we saved one day of travelling from Zoige to Langmusi!!
*Binni, you're great*

The scenery to Langmusi was fantastic. Although I had this urge to throw up whenever the bus hit another gigantic pothole (the biggest I've seen in my life), the beautiful scenery out there just keep me up. There was this vast grassland that ended on the foot of this continuous chain of snow capped mountain. A few nomadic families dotted the grassland, making me wonder how they could survive in the harsh winter cold.

Finally, after a whole day of rocking, we reached Langmusi, and I dropped to the bed instantly. The gals bought me a bowl of porridge, that did magic to my body, cos I was almost recovered after the evening's sleep.
 

Day 11: I was eager to pay a visit to my 'saviour'
--Lesha's Cafe's lady boss.

The lady boss is a very warm and lively woman, and she shared with us that there's a 'dragon cave' in a nearby hill. We couldn't wait to explore the hills, and finally found it in one of the hills--it's a little cave that one has to bend down on fours to get into the interior, but once inside, we can stand up straight. There's a continuous flow of spring water in one of the rock crevice, and maybe that's why it's an important place to the locals!
But there's one thing: all of us felt like the animals in the zoo, as many locals crowded at the door, staring us hard with every movement we made, talking among themselves. *Even the Tibetan monks did this to us* I'm beginning to feel sorry for the animals in the zoo!