Getting there was half the fun. Soon after we crossed into Arunachal Pradesh the road merged into the tendrils of the Lohit river. Jeep-boat-jeep-boat-footmarch-boat-jeep. And suddenly we were in Tezu, a disarmingly quiet District HQ. It had all the naïve charms of a small town and none of its despairs. There was a painter of signs, a vendor of sweets and a well-run District Library where I found first editions of Argonauts of the Western Pacific, and News from Tartary. And no, I didn&rsquot steal either one.