Heading North It was nearly June in Brisbane and my thoughts started to head North to the Wet Tropics again. The cold had now set in and my locale had already experienced minus two in recent weeks with continuing morning temperatures swinging between two and four. This was persuasive in my current state and mood to pack up the car and head off with my paint box, some paper and fishing rods. I now craved the sweet smell of the forest and air on Dunk as well as at El Arish and the Turquoise Sea. With time running away it had been almost two years since I visited my favourite Shambhala (Shangri-La) on planet Earth. In a past time I had been lucky enough to visit the Sky Cave realm of Mustang in Western Nepal where this term has been used and I could see the possibility that this was the place although it was the original gateway from India to Tibet and China it now faced risks and challenges from political upheaval and progress with a proportion ...