"Life does not wait at the border, is all you need to know ", Al Green singing. In the Nepalese Kodari, the corruption not know how to wait. Seeking to recover for the second time the visa and five dollars for not giving a picture card. Captain Haddock's syndrome is about to unfold.

Zhangmu, on the border with Nepal, is a motley bunch of houses hanging from a cliff in thick vegetation where the monsoons wreak havoc. Landslides are common this time of year and, inevitably, every so often a piece of people rushing downhill, toward the stream, swallowed by the mountain.. By Ricardo COARASA.

The target must have outstanding accounts with Tingri, the last stop in Tibet deep before reaching the border with Nepal. Otherwise it is understood that the spray has so stark grief of. Everywhere you look, the same uneasiness, identical discouragement. The future only reaches as far as the eye: a dusty track that looks like a sentence. Whither flee? I did not take pictures. It did not take.

And Rongbuk, sparkling eyes of wild dogs stalk the tourist who ventures into the dark; be a lens is a black magic show; any comistrajo, a delicacy and sleep, possible effort. Hundreds of empty beer bottles-a 5.000 meters, fortunately, also gives drink to the thirsty- clump together forming a wall with the best views of the world: a sunrise on Everest.