Though the landscape spreads into an infinite painting and the days of driving long, you want to keep your eyes open and fight sleep. The colors, mountains, streams, high passes, huge puffy clouds, deep blue sky, and the characters on the road are wild and free. Every driving day was at least 5 hours and sometime 9 but I and the others rarely shut our eyes for chance we would miss something in this special land. I rarely blinked. Most of the hours were passed in pure silence. Three land cruisers, 4 people each car, rarely a word exchanged in the truck I traveled in. The driver of my truck was a larger man light on his feet. At one point he loaded a music CD and haunting Tibetan music came through the speakers. He began to sing and his voice melted our hearts, I could feel the land and his experience in his voice. His name was Pinejew (spelled phonetically) and he grew on all.
The characters on the road I will write about in the next blog. Imagine mad max meets Tibetan nomad. Also photos coming soon. Love to all.