April 16th, on the flight to Shangri-La, for the first time, I saw glaciers on the mountain top from the aircraft. Joe says the mountains are just like those in Washington State where he was born. The camera man made films about nature and life, and this time his object is the river of Mekong.
Professor Long, the Monkey King, picked us up at the airport where the windsock was blown hard. We then drove along Yangtze River, all the way to Tacheng, a Tibetan township at the foot of Baima Xueshan. Thinking this might be the last time I could take a shower, I enjoyed every procedure of the routine.
It rained like a madman at night.
