First Yak

First Yak

The air was just what my nose anticipated. A soothingly familiar mix of dust, burning vehicle fuel, fried food and the undetectable scent of my friends. I am being too generous in the description of the prowess of my nose....
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Second Yak

Second Yak

The yak was slow in walking towards me. It was as if it was struggling to walk. Something was hindering its movement. I was still panicking. But I focused just enough to notice the ropes attached to its horns. The...
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