Finally, we come to Tibet.
What I can say about Tibet will never quite do it justice. It was… breathtakingly beautiful. Quite literally, first, because it’s one of the world’s highest places on the whole. The air is thin, and to a certain extent, every breath is a fight. They say that people suffer, sometimes quite dramatically, from altitude sickness when they’re there. I didn’t have any of the headaches or nausea; my only problem was that for some reason, I simply couldn’t sleep. I slept possibly three of the ten-to-eleven days that we were in Tibet, usually just settling for a few hours. But the scenery… the life in the landscape. That kept me going.
Tibet is completely unlike China. That much I can say for sure. The look of the people, their culture.. yes, granted, there are comparisons to be made, certain common factors. But the very spirit of the land there was different. It lived in the folk songs, and the breathtaking landscapes, and the stars that blazed at night.
I’d like to come back and edit this post eventually, to flesh it out a bit more and give a more full account of what I saw and experienced there. But for now, I’ll make do with some pictures, and a piece of advice;
If you ever, ever, ever get the chance to go. Do it. You’ll thank yourself for the rest of your life for it.