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Golok County, Qinghai: Three days drive from provincial capital Xining, 4,000 meters above sea level, Golok belongs to nomads, a world of felt tents, yak herders. A snow peak hovered over the crest of a mountain. A freezing cold river ran past.Crossing cold stones rounded by freezing water, there was no bridge. But on the other side a tiny cheese factory stood tucked into the mountain valley.

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Saving Shangri-la I found Uttara Sarkar Crees of Gyalthang Dzong eco-tourism hotel tucked in a valley surrounded by mountains which generated energy of a kind which can only be found in a quiet valley where intrusion is minimal, an occasional Tibetan, tying a jinfen prayer flag to a stone on a mountain. It was this sense of oneness with her environment which Uttara projected in her speech and

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Purple Moon Crying in the Rain Kunming. The old city is now gone. Wood, stone and tile houses have been smashed, obliterated and covered with cement. For some it is economic progress, for others, the uprooting of their roots. I followed the address San Bao gave me, to a non-descript building. I cannot remember, it could have been a factory which seemed to have been converted into a school. I

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WHITE EAGLESI found Tibetan artist An Sang living in a quiet house in a quieter lane in the historical section of Lhasa, near the Jokhang Temple. As I stared at his painting of a thousand-hand thousand-eye Guanyin, An Sang talked, “Yes, materially Beijing has everything. But in Lhasa I have inspiration for my paintings. To leave this atmosphere, I will leave my inspiration. Lhasa is a place of

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Maybe She is a Nomad in Disguise…I first met Renzhen Deki when she was working in a Lhasa teahouse where I often went late at night to find quiet and write-up my daily notes. Then she was only twenty-one and ducked behind the bar, avoiding customers to instead weave colorful belts made from nomadic fabrics. Today Renzhen Deki is arguably Tibet’s most promising, up-and-coming fashion designer. Her

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