We have done three passes - all festooned with prayer flags, the last one at 5,200 metres and I am not dead yet. Jon, who is a Tibetan Buddhist, has a headache; Devin is fine; I have a cough but then I had a cough before I got here.
On the road we stop for lunch in trad restaurant and have momos and I fall in love with a 2 or 3 year old cardsharp.
The landscape is desert and plateau. Everest, open toilet (which means find a rock) beautiful Tibetan man and dead bicycle, the occasional cigarette, Pema singing, falling asleep.
We stop in biggish town and I buy wonderful T. jacket for 85 yuan (8 pounds) I meet Gandi from Denmark, buy spoon, get hot water from lady and invited to sit by her stove. Yak dung stoves give off a tremendous heat and the locals sleep in the same room as stove. Lucky. On Beijing time now so teeth and bed.