What a difference 100 years makes! This is a late nineteenth century tale of a British Raj `action man' who was determined to take on Tibet, welcome or not. And as it eventuated, definitely `not' - but he didn't know how to take the hint. Pushing on regardless, through horrific trials and torture (with some nasty sadomasochistic overtones) - it was a terrible shame he saw fit to have the pain and suffering inflicted on his hapless local followers as well. The author's brutal reflections on the supposedly cowardly, corrupt, inhospitable, elitist exploiters - the lamas - are confronting and bear little semblance to our current understanding of these spiritual leaders. Has the world really changed that much - perhaps the author was living the Walter Mitty life or experiencing a hyper-clash of cultures? At a more Machiavellian level, perhaps a set up for the British invasion of Tibet just a few years later? To my mind the author was no hero, just plain crazy.