Yesterday (or was it the day before — I hardly know what day it is) we visited a remote yak farm way up in the mountains near Langdu village (about an hour away) in Yunnan Province, China. It was a summer residence (not what we westerners consider when we think of a summer home) of a small family — wife, husband, three kids and about 20 yaks. They milk the yaks daily and then sell the milk. We were there to pick some up as well as some whey.
I showed the two boys the video camera and let them play with it. The one liked looking at the screen and zooming in and out on different things. Our translator asked him what he was doing and he said “I don’t know.” We laughed, so I turned the screen around and had the camera face him. I recorded the boys and then played it back for them. They were surprised to see the recording. Then the one boy began trying to record the other boy who would hold his hand up in front of him and speak to the boy holding the video camera. Drolma, our translator, told me he kept saying, “Don’t put me in that thing!”
It was the first time they’d ever used a camera.