We were eating lunch near a stupa after our horseback ride up the Drechen Valley, a hours from Lhasa. As we sat in the sun we watched a group of Tibetan women lunching slightly below us on the hill. Their husbands were bathing at a nearby hot spring and they appeared to be enjoying themselves in the sun. They began calling for us and waving for us to come down. When we approached we realized that they were not just lunching but also drinking lots of chang, a local liquor. They offered us some, which tasted a bit like diesel fuel. Every time we took a sip they added more to the cup. We shared no common language, but laughed and drank with these women on the hillside. Who needs language when you have chang.