The group decided to camp for the night. They have reached the borderlands of Tibet. There is no military check point as the place is remote, so no need for them to split up as they had done earlier on in their journey. Farokh lays in his sleeping bag, watching the guards, as they tread the perimeter, hoping that the bandits can’t hear Heyem’s voice.
The usual excellent story with the usual excellent sketch. Cheryl.
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Thanks, David! 🙂
Hi Cheryl. Lovely! Alex full of vivacity. Great drawing – bringing out the humour in Heyem.
Hi Richard, thank you, yes, Heyem’s running on full inappropriateness as usual!