Postcards from the edge

Postcards from the edge
Tales of (mis)adventure from abroad

In The Clouds

In The Clouds

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The mountainous trail that would lead me onto the Tibetan plateau had turned into a muddy river and I was pedaling upstream. I had gained 3000 meters of altitude in a week, and was now inside the clouds. It felt like a dream. But the conditions had been deteriorating. The wet cold had penetrated every last bit of skin on my body. I was shivering uncontrollably. My fingers, wrapped in dirty socks, were numb. Daylight was fading. Then, a village materialized out of the fog around me. A colourful Yi woman stood at her doorway, staring, puzzled. Safety, at last.


There are 2 comments.

  1. comment number 1 by: Jocelyne

    The person on the left is a woman?
    I am amazed at the height of the trees if the altitude is high as here, on top of our mountains, the higher, the smaller trees grow and vegetation gets barren.
    Jocelyne xxx

  2. comment number 2 by: Yannick

    The person on the left is a yak herder, who I was (unsuccessfully) trying to get information from about a village, the last human being I had the opportunity to ask was 2 days earlier! And yes, as the altitude got higher, the trees did get shorter. I think this picture was taken in the morning of that day.

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