Outside his room I could hear the sound of people fighting but to soft to actually be real people, he opened the door the sound of fighting elevated as the door opened revealing his two buddies watching Kill Bill on their flat screen television. Quentin Tarentino made it all the way to the Tibetan plateau a chuckle ensued along with a good conversation as to what their favorite movie was. The whole time he treated me to their home brew which was bitter but potent, and tasted much like fermented barley. Part of my Tibetan stereotype had been washed away, although they were still the kindest people I had met in along time.