How It's Done by Jeremy Horner
Lightning over the Potala Palace
Ever since my travel companion and I were slung out of Tibet on New Year’s Eve in 1987, after trying to sneak in over the mountains, Lhasa held the fascination of forbidden fruit for me. Our escapade in 1987 took place right after the uprising in Lhasa, so visas were not available; we were young and naive, but adventurous. The reward for our efforts was a day inside Tibet, scrambling down a mountainside, before being arrested and deported along with a lorry load of monks. As we didn’t have re-entry visas for Nepal, we spent the night in no-man’s land in a shack over a glacial torrent.
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