The Tsangpo still thunders down a constriction 18,000 ft deep,
just as it had all those hundreds of years ago when KP stood staring up
at the spurs in awe. Few have seen it in that avatar, and almost no one
has been able to chase it all the way. It continues to keep its secrets,
defying all attempts to decode it as it hurtles down from the roof of
the world.
The only man who ever came close to tracing its route and learning its secrets, and whose Herculean attempt was foiled by one letter gone astray, is now a footnote in the river’s history.
http://riverdiaries.tumblr.com/post/93317820572/the-spy-who-went-in-to-the-cold-early-1800s-asia
The only man who ever came close to tracing its route and learning its secrets, and whose Herculean attempt was foiled by one letter gone astray, is now a footnote in the river’s history.
http://riverdiaries.tumblr.com/post/93317820572/the-spy-who-went-in-to-the-cold-early-1800s-asia