Having learned to respect the altitude in Cusco, Peru, we walked slowly, very slowly. We carefully lifted our luggage from the carousel and onto a cart (we don’t usually use a cart for our backpacks), from the cart to the Lhasa-bound bus. Upon arrival in Lhasa, half-a-dozen velo-rickshaws approached us, but at first I would insist on a taxi, simply because I don’t like the idea of a man pulling two or three others (strong and able) with just the force of his legs pushing on the pedals, plus we also had two 30-pound backpacks with us. At the end we ended up hiring one anyways, because they were everywhere and taxis were hard to come by.