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I drank fresh yak milk regularly in chai and yak butter tea when I was living in Lhasa, Tibet (FYI: I am a White American Christian).
Lumps of fat... thick yak hairs... mystery-black-grit... but it never gave me food poisoning.
Drinking the municipal water was guaranteed to result in explosive uncontrollable vomiting from toxic shock, but the chai and yak butter tea seemed fine.
Then again, the street vendors in Lhasa do sell polished human skulls decorated with beads, so it's all relative I suppose.
EDIT: One of the first full sentences I learned to say in Lhasa Tibetan was a joke I rehearsed: "No thank you kind sir, I do not need a human skull because I already have one" (as I point to my head). The local vendors LOVE IT. Sincerely joy. Unsure if they appreciate the effort I made to speak fumbled Lhasan as much as the joke. There's a good chance they heard that joke a thousand times from tourists who all thought they were as clever as I did.
Lumps of fat... thick yak hairs... mystery-black-grit... but it never gave me food poisoning.
Drinking the municipal water was guaranteed to result in explosive uncontrollable vomiting from toxic shock, but the chai and yak butter tea seemed fine.
Then again, the street vendors in Lhasa do sell polished human skulls decorated with beads, so it's all relative I suppose.
EDIT: One of the first full sentences I learned to say in Lhasa Tibetan was a joke I rehearsed: "No thank you kind sir, I do not need a human skull because I already have one" (as I point to my head). The local vendors LOVE IT. Sincerely joy. Unsure if they appreciate the effort I made to speak fumbled Lhasan as much as the joke. There's a good chance they heard that joke a thousand times from tourists who all thought they were as clever as I did.