We had a late night of drinking and dancing and woke up to the sounds of yak wading through the river. Steam rose from their noses as they snorted towards us.
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A customs officer swiftly entered our bus and poked around looking for "nar-koe-tik," "kan-i-bish" and the like. Eventually, he just sat down and put on a fox fur hat.
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