The pounding headache wouldn't stop or even lessen; I could still taste the bitter essence of vodka under my breath. The hangover came in waves, much like the incessant bass line of the Chinese club music I was dancing to the night before, and continued a thumping beat in my head. I sat sipping on my nalgene full of tea, sinking myself deep into my seat I had finally reached a resting position after an entire night of partying and then frantic packing, I could now relax and sleep as I was on my way from Chengdu on a two hour flight to Lhasa, the capital of Tibet. The engines kicked into afterburner and the plane headed for the sky I placed my headphones on and put my head down and let everything go dark. I don't know how long I had drool dripping down my face but finally my head rest gave way, head falling, to my neck snapping it back up, shook the headache and wiped the drool from my lip, and gazed out the window.