That night we decided to skip our pre-paid hotel meal (a few Yuan wasn’t worth the possibility of Chinese food poisoning) and we headed to a Tibetan restaurant belonging to a girl Molly and I had met in Chengdu a few weekends before. She was in town with the Jiuzhaigou National Park marketing director (who just happens to be an Irish guy about our age) and they came to Chengdu for a rugby match. We met her at an expat pub, mentioned that we were going to Jiuzhaigou in a couple of weeks, and she gave us her restaurant’s card.
When we got there she looked quite different than the girl we met a few weeks ago. Instead of jeans and a baseball cap, she had on traditional Tibetan clothing complete with loads of chunky jewelry. The jewelry was amazing, and had been passed down to her from her grandmother. Her brother cooked us up a traditional Tibetan meal (with yak of course!) and she gave us jugs of barley wine made by her mother, compliments of the house. Eating next to us at the restaurant was a group of Lonely Planet travel writers, so she gave most of her attention to them. We had a nice evening and were able to walk back to our hotel.
The next morning we headed to the airport and flew back to Chengdu.
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