In Lharigo I was chased away from a nomad encampment - children threw stones at me, dogs attacked me, and women waved pots of flour at me as if exorcising an evil spirit. I didn't dare talk to anyone about the yeti.
Towards midnight I found a house with light on and walked toward it, calling out. I entered the forecourt, surprised that nobody tried to chase me away and that there were no dogs. I should have taken it as a warning: Tibetans keep dogs, the Chinese eat them. The door was ajar and I poked my head in, ready to run at any moment's notice.
I could see a dim light. A man's voice asked me to come upstairs. I made my way through the low-ceilinged basement and climbed some stairs to the first floor.
I realised to late that I had stumbled into a police station.
There are parts in this book so far (and I am only just starting chapter 2) that remind me of Harrer's Seven Years in Tibet. Apparently, not much had changed in 40 years in this part of the world (this chapter is set in 1986).