Alright, you must be wondering why the yak, right? Well, I like the look of it and especially the sound of it. I like that some people seem to think it’s okay to dress it up and they take great pride in dolling these magnificent animals up. Besides, its name is an onomatopoeia for a chat, a tête-à-tête of sorts. Well, you’ve come this far, you’ve taken the yak, why not carry on the ride and journey with me a little.

As far as yaks go, I hear they are personable exotic creatures as much as they are remarkably good investment livestock. In particular, the Tibetan yak, a close cousin to the North American bison, are cheap to keep, resilient and cold hardy and are used like pack mules for trekking and mountaineering endeavours. I often feel a bit like a yak myself, — what with all the things I load on myself and the sometimes challenging terrains life presents me.

Still, I have often found myself on a lofty place after a steep climb uphill and marvelled at the panorama of life and  the kaleidoscope of people, places and experiences I have embraced. What a joy… what a blessing. So, whether I see, hear and touch the world on a cruise down the Volga, a pilgrimage to the Church of Santiago de Compastela, or a foodie indulgence in upbeat Singapore, I love life for what it offers me. May you embrace all that life offers you and may you know that it is not what you see on your plate but what you make of all that’s given you, that really makes the feast of your life.