NEPAL 1985. . . . . I visit Jomoson twice. The first time, 500 horsemen are filming a Chinese movie. Later, is a Tibetan ritual with horns and drums and pomp. I walk on for two days, intending to cross the 11,000' Throng La pass, but some instinct or prescient sense turns me back. When I reach Jomoson again, a fever from an arm infection is raging. I find a doctor here with penicillin. Three days later a small scheduled plane flies me to Khatmandu.