Shangri-La
Accommodation in Shangri-La was well equipped for cold weather, making getting
up hard. But eventually, I braved the weather and set out to the square where
hawkers sold BaBa (fried flatbread served accompanied by chillies) a Shangri-La
Tibetan favourite. Around the corner from the square were the ever-present
steamed rice dumplings. This time they served a vegetarian version containing
veggies or mushrooms. I was in seventh heaven and scoffed quite a few.
Ernest and I wandered around the old town, along narrow alleys and cobbled
lanes, dodging hordes of Chinese tourists. Unfortunately, the nearby monastery's
entrance fee was rather excessive. So, we gave it a miss and instead returned to
town where we walked up the hill to a picturesque temple overlooking the old
city.