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April 11, 2005
Cold Cold Cold
Gravel and dust. That's all we thought was there in Tibet. And even more dust. Oh and I loved Japanese trucks. They were much more comfortable than the Chinese ones. I found out later about my deep and utter love for Japanese trucks. While taking this picture I was wearing a t-shirt, a sweater, a down jacket, gloves, a silly but warm hat, under trousers, a pair of trousers and a pair of down trousers on top of it. And I was freezing my arse off. And the Tibetan drivers made jokes about me. Fair enough. Bloody wimpy foreigners. Still no sign of Shigatse. No glorious Potala Palace. Just dust and gravel.