I have thought about the way to enter Tibet many times, but I didn't expect to enter Tibet in this way.
On the last night in Lhasa, I went from the hotel to this bar I accidentally discovered. I habitually sat at the bar, looked at the wine list, but found that the choice phobia started to work again, so I had no choice but to order a glass of Jack Daniels---the first kind of foreign wine I drank. Many times, when I can't make a choice, I will habitually order this traditional wine.
In fact, the boss recommended Oblivion, but I found that I had forgotten what I should forget, and there was nothing to forget, so I didn't order it. Now I think about it, not drinking Oblivion is a pity, just like not going to the Potala Palace. Perhaps, it is to keep myself thinking about going to Tibet next time.
The Low House Bar is the second bar I have been to for more than ten years. The first one is I am waiting for you in Xitang. For a period of time, I like folk songs very much. Maybe it's because I often go to the hut in those years, and there are a group of folk singers around me. When I left the original circle, I found that I didn't like folk songs, just like I didn't like it when I arrived at the Namtso Lake that day. However, the music in the short house is great. I mean the folk music collected by the owner, not the common love songs sung by singers to cater to the public.
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Before leaving, I said that I would come back in five years. If this bar is still there by then, it should be a great thing.
Every lone traveler to Tibet has a story or an accident.
There will always be someone who will sit next to you and listen to your distant stories.