When Tibet opened up in the late Eighties it was truly a great adventure to head for the highest plateau on the planet. Tibetans were still in the majority and their way of life seemed untouched. The roads were difficult to navigate and food was simple and the lodges often really dirty and smelly. Many times I opted to sleep on the flat roof in my sleeping bag, rather than the supposedly with clean sheets provided bed. Often we had to clear the road from rocks and fill potholes and progress was slow. All this little hardships were compensated by the great landscape, millions of stars and a stunning view of the mighty himalayans towering in the back. Tibet was one of the last frontiers and I am very grateful to have seen that part of the world before the lodges and roads were built.