Vanishing into the depths of Tibet

Monday 29 August 2011

Vanishing into the depths of Tibet

Having an unexpected stay in another town on the way to Tibet, I decided to slip in another blog entry. So I've shifted this one forward and inserted another, just to confuse the issue!

So folks, don't despair and above all, "DO NOT PANIC!" As I really am about to drop down into Tibet itself the chances of finding an Internet connection sound pretty slim. I can recall at least one occasion when a lack of contact has caused concern, well this time it could be the best part of a month before I'm back on line. If you submit your email address you'll be notified of when this actually happens, and it won't cost you a penny, despite the ominous term, 'subscribe'.

(Photo: A bird in the hand - Tian Shan Mountains, Kyrgyzstan)

Bear that in mind, and don't get out the habit of following my journey, I will be back! No doubt when I finally get to regale my epic adventures of Chinese occupied Tibet there will be plenty to tell. Most of all there will be countless breath taking photos. And for general information, I hope you realise that by clicking on any of the photos featured on my blog you can admire them full screen, and even zoom in for more graphic detail.

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The Guy behind the Story

I'm Les Kay, 51 yrs old and a self proclaimed adventurer. Against the likes of Scott, Livingstone or Hilary my jaunts pale into insignificance, but it doesn't do to belittle your own private achievements . I believe in following your dreams, it's been the incentive to travel extensively for much of my life. Though travel has extracted a very high cost on my life, it's so deeply ingrained as to remain my driving force. The last four years have been my worst to date, which can be read on my last blog (Americas Motorcycle Tour).

Having cradled my dying son in my arms in the middle of a Los Angeles freeway it's hard to imagine life getting worse. A year later, laid in a hospital bed, broken and busted any quality of life could easily have been given up for good. With two shattered fore-arms and both legs bust up the future didn't look good. Already being at a lifetime low, after losing Cai, my emotional and psychological well being were in serious doubt. But it was from that dismal position I regained my determination to lead a fulfilling life once more.

In all honesty, I never expected to be capable of riding a motorbike in the manner to which I'd grown accustomed. Recent years had seen me tackle progressively harder and more distant tours, ranging far off road, through some amazing wilderness areas. How could I hope to achieve such feats, with all four limbs buggered I couldn't feed myself, or even wipe my own arse. But a goal was set, a condition established; if I became fit enough to rebuild my bike, I'd be fit enough to ride it. It took more than eighteen months, and countless hours of physio. But eventually I stood before my newly rebuilt bike, looking across the field I had to ride, feeling very apprehensive.

And now that is all a thing of the past, I'm off again on a bigger, more adventurous ride. Poland, Ukraine, Russia, Mongolia, Kazakhstan, Uzbekistan, Tajikistan, Kyrgyzstan, China and Tibet; an adventure indeed. With metal plates and surgical screws holding me together I could be pushing it a bit, but there's only one way to find out.