I'm a painter and an unconventional traveler, yet more than ten years ago I walked the road through Motuo, a heavenly route that countless travelers dreaded.
The bragging over drinks concealed memories of a life-or-death trek: landslides, mudslides, getting lost in primeval forests, and strangers helping one another through desperate situations.
This is no legendary adventure. It is a hidden land in Tibet measured out step by step by an ordinary person, a memory of the wilderness etched into my bones.
This book is divided into two volumes. Volume One: Reality. Volume Two: Dreams.
