Parting is Such Sweet Sorrow

The morning of our departure from Yubeng Village the manager of our hostel handed Spring a sack. It was full of hard boiled eggs. "It's for the children" he told her, knowing that we would be stopping back by the Puli School in Deqin. It was an unbelievably generous gesture and saying "thank you" seemed almost insufficient, but what else could we say? "Chez chez! Chez chez!" we hollered and waived as we followed our young guide out of Yubeng Village and began our seventeen mile trek through the mountains.