Here no longer be dragons, Yunnan - Tibet border
There are some mysterious places in this world. I call these places “here be dragons” places. Medieval European map makers coined this term. They used to put up this comment on places they were unsure of (most of the far east). There is a map on my wall. I stuck some “here be dragons” labels on them. One such place on my map is the place where the borders of Tibet, India and Myanmar meet. This is one of the places where the mysterious Shangri-La is supposed to be.
One September morning, I trekked up a misty hill. It took about two hours. All along the way I could hear Tibetan shepherds sing. I could never see them, just hear their singing. I reached the top and found this little girl. Her mother was barbecuing some yak meat. I tried some along with some rice wine.
The wine was strong, I became a poet (apologies to Li Bai).
Hey little Tibet girl,
happy-shiny like a pearl.
You will not talk,
just play with that yak.
And that dress so pink
that makes be blink.