Mohd, yup! Those curries made with coconut-milk sure taste good! Makes my mouth water just thinking about 'em
And, all this talk about Mustang is making me recall ... back when I was in Delhi, India, there was a Tibetan settlement near my University, on the banks of the Yamuna River. It had several restaurants serving Tibetan food, nothing fancy, just your basic highway truck-stop fare, India-style. Us kids from the hills used to frequent those places whenever we missed home-food, and one of the places was called "Mustang Restaurant". The owner was an old wheelchair-bound Khampa who'd been a guerrilla fighter based out of the Tibetan guerrilla stronghold of Mustang (pronounced Moos-Tang) on the borders of Nepal and Tibet. He'd lost both his legs in an encounter against the Commies in the early 70s. The old fellow, "Pala" everybody called him, always had a Thee (Tibetan dagger) prominently on his waist. (Obligatory knife reference
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It was a great place, good food, until my brother and his friends got into a scrap with the locals one night (over a girl!), and after that we had to play safe by frequenting the other eating-joints.
Anyways, getting back to Mustang (the Nepal one, not the Nevada one!), I recently read "Orphans of the Cold War" by John Kenneth Knaus. A very detailed book that looks into the CIA involvement in the Tibetan struggle against China. The author, ex-CIA, was closely involved in this affair. The book details the goings-on in Lhasa, Delhi, Washington DC, etc. as well as describing what happened "on the ground" - from the roving Khampa horsemen battling the commies in the 50s and early 60s to their eventual shift to a base outside Tibet, in Mustang, which was active until the mid-70s.
Highly Recommended, even though it's a bit heavy on the details in parts. Personally interesting for me because Grandpa had at least one cousin out in Mustang. I was too small to remember but it seems he eventually found his way back to Grandpa's house in Kalimpong (India) and pased-away soon after - I understand Grandma wasn't too happy about this vague cousin who lands at their door with absolutely no money, eats like a pig, and soon after dies, leaving them to take care of his cremation
I'm rambling again, better stop here ...
- Sonam