My Bizarre Experiences in Tibet

When I went to Lhasa, my tour guide was a local Tibetan girl named Zhuoma. She wore a sleeveless Tibetan robe, and had a swanlike neck, slender collarbones, and a lovely face unlike those of the local people. During those few days of sightseeing, she kept drawing near to me, seemingly by chance, and asking about the dzi bead hanging around my neck. It had been passed down through generations in my family and had hung around my neck since I was little. When she found that out, she became even more enthusiastic toward me. With her exotic charm and warm, forward manner, I soon fell under her spell. When the three-day tour ended, she insisted that I...