... Alison, standing on the roof of our hotel. A yak trundles down the road below, its owner leading it by a rope attached to a metal loop through its nose. Garage-size shops line the street, selling the hippie clothes of old, ...
I guess for a lot of people our arrival was heralding Satan going to work in a snowplow since none of us are what you may call hippie ravers, or more to the point, outdoors-y types. The place is immense and can't really be fairly ...
