As the sun rose over the mountains I was still alive, barely. It was decided that I had acute mountain sickness and had to get back to lower ground as soon as possible. So our trip in Tibet was cut short as we had to double back and head back into China. On our way we entered a tiny village on the top of a mountain with a Buddhist monastery. Myself and Rich were allowed in but Fi, being female was not allowed to tempt the monks.
They were all praying and had to run back to their dorms when they saw us. They try not to make any contact with the outside world at all. Apparently teenagers come from hundreds of miles away to study on this mountain retreat. Total isolation. 
Although suffering from altitude sickness and extreme sunburn, I managed to appreciate the unbelievable scenery of totally unspoiled land. Totally deserted. We eventually made it back to Songpan where I swallowed a double dosage of antibiotics.We found a room for the night in some house. It was filthy but cheap. Actually it was disgusting. The antibiotics sent me straight to sleep.
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Good to see you're still alive and barely kicking boi. Do us a favour and keep up the arse-vomiting stories; there's one or two of us out here that crave tales of (someone else's) arse related woes. Actually Irecon I speak for all your blog readers when I say that. Talk t'ya soon.
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