In the medieval village of Upper Pisang, at an altitude of approximately 3300 m. offered little, sour, ugly but good juicy apples for twenty rupees per piece. Nepali Sherpa caste. I bought them just five. But it was not enough for it to let me take a picture. However, she asked me to do advertising.

To all the passers-by saying how much the apples good taste. "Mitho, Mitho" (Nepali: tasty, good) ... I threatened her that if I do not take her picture, there were no "Mitho". Dragging the priorities of each of us has resulted in a dalliance fun, full of laughter.