On Easter Sunday, I woke up to the smells and sounds of Rinzin and Karma making Lamb Curry. We watched part of a Hindu movie, that as far as I could tell involved a spoiled girl with a pet rabbit falling in love with a dumpy shepherd, as we ate our curry. Then our hosts decide to take us sight-seeing.
First we go to The Great Salt Lake, which looked amazing like a big lake, except for the fact that you could smell the salt so strong you'd swear you had your head in a salt bag.
Then we head up into the Mountains to Kennecott's Bingham Canyon Copper Mine, the World's largest such mine.
2 and a half miles long and three quarters of a mile deep, this hole is absolutely mind-blowing. Easy to see why this is only one of two man-made objects that can be seen from space (The Great Wall of China is the other).
Then as we were headed back home, I spied a sign out of the corner of my eye. "World's First K.F.C." I let out a yell and made poor Jampa do a panicky u-turn into the parking lot. The Tibetans I was with may have thought I was crazy, but I just couldn't pass up a chance to dine in the founding chapter of an institution that had nourished and sustained me throughout my entire life. And the fact that I did it on Easter Sunday 2000 with three newfound tibetan friends made it all the more fitting. Oh and the World's First K.F.C. had an all-you-can-eat buffet. God Bless Salt Lake City.
Now I wish I knew why the first KENTUCKY Fried Chicken is in Utah.
