Kangding to Garzê: The Valleys of Resistance

Abstract

We were nervous walking through the teeming streets. We had left the world of buses behind, preferring to rely on the method of chance. At any moment we might be seen by the police, who might pick us up and send us back the other way. The worst part of it was that we weren’t sure whether we should be worried about it. Perhaps the police were content to simply let us be. We were reluctant to force the situation, however, by going to the police to ask them about it. Best to assume that something was permissible unless informed otherwise, I thought.