This camp is a summer shelter for a family of Tibetans who hosted me for a night. I found there several brothers and sisters with their mother. Her elder son Way invited me to stay, and I just couldn't refuse. I've always dreamt of trying a real tibetan tea made of oil and porridge dzampu. The next morning, when I was going to leave, Way granted me his white silk scarf. I hadn't any unnecessry things in my luggage, so all I could give was my swedish compass. This time I almost fully relied on GPS.