A critical look at backpackers
As I looked out of the window of my dormitory I thought this must be the smallest capital city in the world.
The only traffic was an occasional tractor, or a truck, moving at walking pace, and lots of …
The trucker’s mate had a sword
The next morning I set off early and within an hour reached the massive turquoise lake I had seen from the hilltop the previous day. Some time later an old truck rattled past and ground to a halt ahead. It …
The turquoise lake
The next day I walked out of Gyantse in the direction of Lhasa. After a few hours I came across a scruffy old bus that was full of Tibetans and parked by the roadside. I stuck my head in the …
Cities in the wilderness
It was another day of walking and there were very few vehicles; about one truck every hour, none of which even slowed down. Storm clouds approached, the temperature dropped and I was walking up a long, seemingly endless hill. Rain …
My first podcast – what do you think?
Click on the player above to hear chapter 17 from 9 Months in Tibet, read my me.
I’ve been posting short chapters from my Tibet book onto this blog, and recently a friend suggested I post a podcast version instead.…
