In the forbidden land, an account of a journey into Tibet . il andwind with a constant deafening roar of thunder andsplendid flashes of lightning, which produced magicaleffects on the ever-changing and fantastic clouds andthe weird mountain-sides along which I ploughed myway. I arrived late in the evening at Askote, where thereis neither Dak Bungalow nor Daramsalla,* and found tomy disgust that none of my carriers had yet arrived. Iwas offered hospitality by Pundit Jibanand, who put meup in his school-room, a structure consisting of a numberof planks put together regardless of width, height, l
In the forbidden land, an account of a journey into Tibet . il andwind with a constant deafening roar of thunder andsplendid flashes of lightning, which produced magicaleffects on the ever-changing and fantastic clouds andthe weird mountain-sides along which I ploughed myway. I arrived late in the evening at Askote, where thereis neither Dak Bungalow nor Daramsalla,* and found tomy disgust that none of my carriers had yet arrived. Iwas offered hospitality by Pundit Jibanand, who put meup in his school-room, a structure consisting of a numberof planks put together regardless of width, height, length,or shape, and supporting a roof of straw and grass. Theventilation of my abode was all one could wish for, andas during the night I lay wrapped up in my blanketunder the sheltering roof I could admire through thedisconnected portions of the walls the brilliancy of thestar-studded heaven above. When the sun rose, bits ofscenery appeared between plank and plank, until by de- * Daramsalla, a stone-walled shelter for the use of travellers andnatives. 14. ASKOTE
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