What was worse than three days two nights on the road was, nobody knew exactly when we would reach our final destination.
The day before leaving Lhasa, we were contemplating which form of Transport was the most suitable. After experienceing severe altitude sickness when I flew into Lhasa, I decided not to repeat the same mistake again.
Altitude sickness can be deadly. I was terribly ill, the sudden pressure difference between near zero sea level and a rapid decrease of pressure at 3800 meters did not go down well with me.
It took me days to recover, a visit to the Tibetan Hospital included.