I felt so lucky to have been asked to look after Roger and Isabella’s flat and I was determined to take this responsibility seriously. The flat had two rooms, a huge bedroom-cum-living room, with a wide array of windows, and …
This is chapter 34 of my Tibet memoir in which I was laid low (I thought I was dying) by hepatitis, for which western medicine has no cure.
A few days later I got hit by a shockwave of illness …
This is chapter 33 of my Tibet memoir in which I make friends with a Chinese guy who’s English was not only self-taught but it was a lot better than many native speakers.
One of Sir Woo’s visitors stood out …
This is chapter 33 from my Tibetan memoir, in which I manage to avoid the law (and the backpackers) and stay with local Tibetans…
Although the Import Export people didn’t give me a job everything started happening at once. Life …
When I’m walking alone over a long distance, with no need to adjust my pace for other people, my subconscious takes over; it works out how far I have to go and then sets my body at the optimum speed …
This is chapter 30 from my Tibet memoir in which I make the transition from a debauched life in Lhasa and head into the mountains…
What followed was a nightmare. I could hardly control my feelings of panic and confusion; …
