|Yak dung for fuel|
We eventually made it to the school, and delivered the ball. The kids asked us to play and we got our butts kicked. We played half court with four players on a team. The Tibetan kids were my age, between 10 and 13. The kids played roughly with pushing, shoving, and many fouls. We still had a blast. We bought some sodas from the school store and headed home.
On the way back to the clinic, we ran into Wanbo's friend again. We sat by the water in a vast grass land and talked with her. Wanbo then taught me how to ride the motor bike. First, he had me pull a lever on the handle and push a button. The motorbike vibrated and the engine started. I then twisted the handle and the bike accelerated. In order to shift gears, I pushed down on a foot lever. The bike had four gears. I drove the bike along the grassland over bumpy mounds of grass and dirt. I also drove a little bit on the road. I found it more scary driving on the deserted dirt road. But, it was easy as there were practically no cars. I had a blast!
We made it home safely. It gave me a sense of independence to have an adventure with out my parents. Back at home, Mom made me bathe and wash my hair with a basin of water in a small shack behind the clinic. Now, I am hungry for dinner.
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