It took only a few days of wandering Tibet before my desire for the liberation of Tibet came under serious question. The benevolent stereotype was under fire after watching Tibetans spit and look down upon others merely for ones job or class. I was eating lunch in the town of Shigatso, enjoying kung pao chicken and yak butter tea. A man walked in and sat down he obviously was a farmer by trade or something as to that effect. A man who I decided must be the owner came out and after much argument told the man to leave and he wouldn’t serve him. This display puzzled me for quite some time, until I met a British web developer named Matt who had been working in an orphanage in the capital for the last two months and enlightened me on the incident.