This essay is about a veritable City of Flies. After having taken 16 hours to reach this place from Lhasa through the highest and most dangerous road I've ever encountered (at one point the bus had to drive through a road washed away by a flash flood, with us almost with it), we arrived to find that every road in town had been dug up leaving the road nothing more than a river of sewage. If there was any concept of public accountability here as there is in all developed countries (except maybe Italy) the mayor would have been thrown out. …
