Walking the Labrang Kora

It is dark. My torch struggles to illuminate anything beyond my feet. It is cold. My scarf, woolly hat, gloves, thermals and five layers of clothes struggle to keep out the chill, let alone keep me warm. It is impossible to see...

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The Bag – Xiahe

A Picture Paints A Thousand Words: Here’s 532 about a picture ‘Bitch!’ I scream at the old woman. ‘Bitch. Bitch. Bitch.’ I continue to shower this frailest of flowers with cuss words right there in...

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Once Bitten…

It was a pleasant morning for a stroll. The sky was cloudless and blue, the sun big and beaming, and there was a crispness to the air good enough to chomp on. It was the kind of morning that if I carried a cane, I would spin it...

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