It's 1999 and you're driving a rickety bus through the Himalayas with a group of rowdy tourists. The air is thin, the roads are treacherous, and the snacks are non-existent. What could possibly go wrong?
Well, for starters, your bus breaks down on the side of the road, surrounded by nothing but yak pastures as far as the eye can see. The tourists are getting restless, the driver is getting hangry, and the bus's engine is getting... well, you get the picture.
As the sun beats down on the bus's rusty metal skin, the passengers begin to turn on each other. The tourists start to argue over whose turn it is to drive, while the driver tries to mediate with an arsenal of questionable diplomatic skills.
The bus, it seems, is not just a mode of transportation - it's a metaphor for the crumbling of societal norms and the desperation of the human condition.
But fear not, dear traveler, for there's still time for a pit stop in the quaint village of Lhasa. Grab a yak milk latte, take a deep breath of the thin mountain air, and remember: when life gives you lemons, make lemonade. Or, you know, just drink the yak milk.
Leaving Lhasa: The Great Escape