On Top of the World

6th April. Lhasa, Tibet.

I'm sitting on top of the world, in the saddest little airport you ever did see, and I'm holding my breath waiting for the next flight out of here. I have to!

Tibet is certainly a stunning place, beautifully desolate and untouched, and its people are some of the most hospitable I've ever met. It's environment on the other hand, not so much. There's not enough of many things to go around in this country, air being one of them. I haven't managed a satisfactory intake of oxygen into my lungs in over a week. The obligatory jumping-around-like-an-eejit-in-front-of-Mount-Everest shot you see above just about took it out of me!

There's blood in my nose, pain in my chest, and soap in my noodles. It's time to get out. As amazing as this country is, I can't wait to breathe again.

My Favorite Color is Ble

To my horror and great dismay, I find myself increasingly Americanised by the day, and without ever having set foot in this New World I hear so much about. Such is the spread of the culture of a country accused of having no culture.

I talk trash on my cell-phone (rubbish bins are but a distant memory to me now), my how-now-brown-cows are all over the place, and the sentence "My favourite colour is blue" is starting to look a little heavy on the 'u's. AND, to make matters worse, everyone can see my pants.

And so it seems that the natural progression of this alarming development is to start a blog. That's right, a blog. I'm from Ireland for god's sake, I have no earthly business participating in such shenanigans. I really should leave these matters to the capable fingers of my friends west of the Atlantic, but bugger it, I say - here goes.

So, let's see if I have anything interesting or enlightening to share. If it turns out that, no actually, I don't, well then at least we'll always have Paris. And some pretty pictures.