A happy old lady in Sekar Gutok.

Apparently she took a liking to me and there was a banging of foreheads, a Tibetan greeting. She seemed to enjoy me taking her portrait and, after 10 or 15 minutes, when I tried to give her a little money (she looked terribly poor) she kept refusing it; finally I managed to pursuade her to keep it. Her dignity and spirit is what I remember.