Bir, Bir everywhere but not a drop to drink (it is pronounced Beer by the way)
July 15th 2005 We left McLeod to visit a chap (paragliding instructor) mentioned to us by some paragliding friends in Algodonales. After emailing him we set off to a small Tibetan colony in the mountains (technically the foothills of the Himalaya - still looked bloody big to us), called Bir.
The journey on the local bus took a couple of stages and about 5 hours - but wasn't that unpleasant. Still in the mou
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