The biggest shocker was how different the landscapes of the two countries looked. In the fall Tibet's valleys, which can be lush and green, are broad swaths of golden barley hay, harvested into piles, while at higher elevations omnipresent dust dominates all it touches (which is everything). I've seen Tibet described as a 'surreally beautiful place', and I couldn't agree more -
its mountains are beautiful and majestic, supported by brightly colored prayer flags of the Buddhist Tibetan people, but aside from those awe-inspiring towers of rock and snow - the landscape is bleak and desolate.

Nepal, meanwhile, is greener than the Saudi flag. Seriously, after you pass out of the mountains and descend on the windward side of the great Himalayas, the landscape is bathed in green plants of every sort and type, it's a legitimate rainforest. This greenery, heightened by Tibet's sheer lack of living plants, is a refreshing relief after the dusty dirt roads of the mountain passes.

Even though they touch, these two countries have been largely separate for most of their existence, even today there is only one long dusty dirt road that connects the two countries. They grew up differently and, unexpectedly at least to me, remain very different to this day.
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