Six weeks in Tibet, eating at places and stuff I know I shouldn't and nothing, nada, zip. I did have six weeks of the runs, but I could choose the time and place. Wigger restraunts are great, especially the 'meat-on-a-stick' guys. Two days at the Holiday Inn in Beijing, one bad BLT and man am I sick. 12hrs of throwing up (luckily only once on the plane) and now 2 or 3 days of the runs. I guess that is one of the reasons there was a sign in this $121 a night hotel's eleveator "This elevator is sterilized every hour". I started a course of cipro and I am starting to feel better, maybe it is just a coincidence. I am sooooo glad to be back home. The PRC can kiss my a#$. I swear, the Chinese are worse than the French when it comes to being all persnickity about language. I could speak with the Tibetans in chinese just fine, but not the chinese. They would just look at you like you farted and act like they didn't understand you. Well here's to the PRC , I made it home with out going crazy, killing myself or someone else, although there was this annoying teenage nomad that was just begging to be tossed off this mountain. Well I'm off to visit my best friend of the moment, the porcelain throne, then to drink more water straight from the tap. I'm livin' large and on the edge. Stay tuned for a fun little game about the the 'Little Cruiser That Could-maybe'. I just need to get my film developed and scanned, a job I hate with a passion.