Mustangi

The contrast between the two is striking: the sidhar wears tight jeans and a cowboy-style plaid shirt buttoned up to the top of his scrawny neck, with his hair combed into a wild bouffon; the dishevelled Mustangi, loose robes carelessly thrown on, has grime-covered black hands, uncombed and unwashed hair.

The Jamchen Monastery is often visited by the Raja of Mustang and other Mustangi, especially when they come south for the harsh winter months.

The plant doesn't smell too bad at all to me, but all the Mustangis I've met dislike it, less on the basis of the reputedly malodorous bouquet than the reputation the smell of the flowers has for causing headaches and nausea.

By late November, many local Mustangis set off for a winter of trade in India, while others headed Kathmandu and the comfort of a winter spent among city-dwelling family […]

The original plan was to get to Muktinath, then decide whether or not to try to make it to the Chinese border where the Mustangi people were.

One was painted by the mid-twelfth century at Sakya Monastery or nearby in western Tsang as described in a later written description of the painting by the Mustangi scholar Lowo Khenchen.

[…] Hale opened Cafe Tibet, a tiny restaurant next door where Rasmina also worked. Once a week, a group of Mustangi guys roll in after playing soccer and take over the back […]