It is a long, deep, whirring, haunting wail that takes you out somewhere beyond the highest Himalaya peaks and at the same time back into your mother’s womb.
Yesterday, at the Festival of Nations, as we walked past the Tibetan booth, we happened upon a little scene playing itself out. One Tibetan was blowing their big horn and it was freaking out this dog. Yes, that is the back of the dog’s head in the picture along with part of its leash. Every time that the horn sounded the dog would bark and start jumping around. The Tibetans loved it, the crowd loved it and seeing that it was the center of attention, the dog liked it too.