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.