Each step was taken with apprehension whether we knew it or not. Our minds seemingly drugged by the landscape that lay in each direction. There are words that could be used. Breathtaking. Sublime. Overwhelming. But it doesn't help. Land of the likes we have seen can't be captured.
Dynamite blasts can be heard echoing along the walls of the high granite gorge. A new road winds its way along the treacherous slopes, defying rock falls and new mountain springs, to provide so-called scenery to clamoring Chinese tourists. Although, we are no better.
Every morning we wake to the clatter of construction. Symmetrical opposition to the ancient serenity of the granite peaks. They have never been successfully climbed, and so rest unconquerable, challenging the carpenters, the farmers, the westerners who look on filled with awe.
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