I am a painter and an atypical traveler, but I walked through Medog more than ten years ago - a pilgrimage that has discouraged countless travellers.
The bragging at the wine table hides the memory of a life-and-death hike: landslides, mudslides, getting lost in primeval forests, and strangers helping each other in desperate situations.
This is not an adventure legend. It is a secret place in Tibet measured by an ordinary person's footsteps. It is a memory of the wilderness engraved in the bones and blood.
This book is divided into two volumes. One volume, reality. Volume 2, Dream Chapter
