The family consisted of a mother, father and their adult son, who lives in another tent with his wife. However, each morning and night he helps his parents herd the yak and do the household chores, including milking yak. I tried my hand at yak milking, and met some success (a couple of pulls yielded milk), but my efforts resulted in a lot of laughter from our hosts. I stuck with poop shoveling.
Needless to say, our bathroom was the plateau. The tent was small. If I had to guess, I'd say it was about 100 square yards. In the center is a small stove, fueled by the aforementioned dried yak dung. The remainder of the space is blankets, clothing, food stores and other necessities.
Their carbon footprint is almost nil. They use and reuse, living off the land. What a privilege to be able to share in their lives, if only for 24 hours. Perhaps you are brave enough to join me on a Chow Fun trip to the Tibetan Plateau?