Epilogue 7

Felt really excited myself, they didn’t think me mad which was a
great relief, and here was a man coming who could possibly fill in
the blank spots. I had never really been sure myself where
I had been in Tibet, because the name they called places where
not necessary the names marked on any map of the area. This had
been the real problem all along. When I had returned I
had only been able to show approximately on the map where I
had been, or even thought I had been. Walking in the mountains
could be deceiving because obviously the quickest route was
possibly not the easiest and sometimes detours of many days had to
be made to circumnavigate some particularly difficult terrain. I
remembered one time we had gained the summit of a Mountain to
meet a man coming the other way with a band around his head
carrying a heavy weight on his back. The man’s face had been
purple from the effort of climbing up his side of the mountain ,we
had all acknowledged each other and I saw he was carrying a
very old man in a sling on his back, this supported by his head. I
couldn’t believe the strain this must have put on his scalp.
Apparently the old man was his father and he was taking him to the
next valley, he was too old and frail to walk himself so his son was
carrying him. This put me in mind of the song at one time
popular. ‘He aint heavy he’s my brother’ or in this case ‘my father’.
It had always amazed me the dedication of each to the other.
To these peoples all life was sacred, unlike Western
civilization, where it would appear that no life was sacred. I
had never forgotten the poignancy of that meeting on top of that
mountain which showed so well the resilience of the people, who
thought nothing of traversing hundreds and hundreds of miles over
the wildest of terrain. Up mountain down mountain, up dale down
dale, through valleys cut deep in the mountains and then over the
next mountain, nothing seemed too much hardship for them, but
one could understand why it was very difficult to trace a route on a
map after the event, half the time I hadn’t even known in which
direction I was pointing. They used the Sun, the Moon and the
stars as navigation tools, I had merely followed in their footsteps
gratefully. I had to admit there were times when I didn’t think
I would make it over one more mountain, over the rocks and
rubble slithering and sliding some of the time, struggling at others
to get a grip on the mountain face where the path was very narrow
and my nerve was threatening to give out, but always I had made
it, on and on through the very beautiful wilderness, sometimes
coming across others either living there or passing through on their
way to God knew where, at other times seeing no other living
creature for days at a time
Suddenly I realized that Richard Fortescue was speaking to
‘Sorry’ I said ’ I missed that’.
‘Did you go somewhere sweetie?’ asked Carole with great
excitement in her voice.
‘Only into my head, sorry’. I replied .
‘I only said that we had better get some maps out before old Reggie
gets here, and possibly you would be kind enough to pinpoint
where you were’. said Richard Fortescue.
’It’s not quite as simple as that, but yes, if you get the maps I will be
able to give some indication of where I was’. I said.
This brought a strange look into the eyes of both Richard Fortescue
and his sidekick Robert. Obviously both had been brought up with
the Ordnance Survey maps of England, they did not realize that it
was not so simple when out in the wilds of wonny.
I just smiled at them and nodded my head, they could take
that as being whatever they wanted it to be, I thought.
As the men went in search of maps, Carole asked me if I was
alright? and I assured her I was, I felt it pointless to try
and explain to Carole what a fearsome task they had in front of

Epilogue 7


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