Kagbeni somewhat resembles a touristy town. A small river snakes it's way through the town of neatly-laid brick-red houses and it was here that I found for the first time since my arrival in Nepal, the familiar brands like MacDonalds, Delifrance and 7-11, though somewhat altered with a tinge of Nepali humour. :)
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The over 500 years old monastery, built from stone and mud, was carefully preserved by the Lamas through an admission fee levied upon the visiting tourists. A walk around town almost brought me back to medieval times when ladders were carved from wood and the doors to the houses are dwarf-like in height.
For dinner, I ordered the yak steak which is a kind of delicacy in Nepal. According to Dendi, yak meat tastes better if eaten at higher altitude whereas at lower altitude, it tends to have a bitter aftertaste. For the yak steak that I had, it would be more accurate to term it yak patty since it was minced and patted together to form a steak. There is no specific taste to it and it closely resembles the taste of pork. Nevertheless, it was truly an experience to my palate. :)
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