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--
to enter the Red Sea. The
heat affected me badly, the Red Sea was almost steaming,
but at last it came to an end, and we crossed the Arabian
Sea to finally dock at Bombay. I had a few friends in that
city, Buddhist priests and others, and I spent a week in
their company before continuing my journey across India
to Kalimpong. Kalimpong was full of Communist spies and
newspaper men. New arrivals found their life was made a
misery by the endless, senseless questioning, questions
which I never answered but continued what I was doing.
This penchant of Western people to pry into the affairs
of others was a complete mystery to me, I really did not
understand it.
I was glad to get out of Kalimpong and move into my
own country, Tibet. I had been expected, and was met
by a party of high lamas disguised as mendicant monks
and traders. My health was deteriorating rapidly, and
necessitated frequent stops and rest. At long last, some ten
weeks later, we reached a secluded lamasery high in the

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Himalayas, overlooking the Valley of Lhasa, a lamasery so
small and so inaccessible that Chinese Communists would
not bother about it.
For some days I rested, trying to regain a little of my
strength, rested, and meditated. I was