Tibet.  It’s full of newness, oldness, changingness and strangeness.  The one-hour drive from Lhasa airport to the centre of the city of Lhasa feels like something out of The Hills Have Eyes.  It’s very barren, very hilly and very brown.  We saw the occasional yak or construction work team, but little else.  So arriving in shiny, neon-y Lhasa after that feels like you’ve just arrived in Las Vegas.

I won’t write much about Tibet other than to say that I enjoyed Lhasa, but if I were to go back to Tibet I would skip it and go to some of the other Tibetan towns.  I’d be happy to talk in person about this varied and rapidly changing city, but it’s quite a sensitive subject for many reasons.  Mostly because I’d like to go back some day.  So I’m just posting a few pictures here of our visit, and I’ll leave it at that for now.

 

 

Unbelievable scenery.