From the moment we stepped off the bus and into the muddy quagmire that is the main street, we could barely contain our frustration at the devastation that is being wrought on this place. Through the cranes and hollow carcasses of half-built apartment blocks one can just make out the golden roof of the temple at the centre of the old town. This cluster of Tibetan buildings on the hillside sits awkwardly with the large concrete town which is rapidly consuming it. We wondered what all the new buildings would be – hotels, apartments, shops? If this is what Chinese tourists want, then there is no hope for the conservation of China’s ethnic minorities.
We were now at 3,000m, and overnight a thick blanket of snow had covered the buildings and surrounding hills. For a short time the litter and cement dust was blotted out, but soon the trucks began to carve muddy ruts in the road and the quagmire quickly returned.