The Secret Kingdom

April, 2000

I was cool but concerned. The small plane I was piloting ran into heavy weather over the Himalayas last month, so I played it safe and landed in the valley below me. As I stepped out of the aircraft, I was surrounded by smiling people in saffron-colored robes, and an old man approached me. "Greetings,'' he said. "I am the Dalai Rama. Welcome to Tribet.''"Did you say you're the Dalai Lama and I've landed in Tibet?'' I asked."No,'' the old man said, smiling. "I am the Dala...