We
woke to a misty morning but had glimpses of mountains. After our Tibetan bread
breakfast we set off, walking further up the valley then climbing up above the
braided river alongside steep eroded slopes. The climb quickly became hard for
me, although Rob could have run up. Aite never showed his impatience with my
plodding pace. I think my body was just so tired already, it couldn’t cope with
the extra stress. After a zillion stops and starts and passing and being passed
by a group of young people from Scotland, I finally gave up in tears, feeling
nauseous. We’d been going for 2 ½ hours and must have got to over 4500 metres.
Mithu kindly escorted me slowly down, while Rob and Aite went on, and made it
right to the top. Fantastic. It was snowing up high, but nothing seemed to
daunt them, and they even bush-bashed a different route down just for fun! On
top they found there were many prayer flags.They were stoked they had made it. Rob was glad I hadn’t carried on as it had become bouldery and quite difficult.
Mithu moved
all our things into a different room located at the far end of the corridor
away from the toilet. He’s so thoughtful. But persistent - he wanted to take us for
another walk, but we put the kybosh on that idea - we need some time to simply relax, wander around and buy some local produce.
We
bought two pigtail hats made here in the village from yak and sheep wool, and 2
Tibetan necklaces. We visited
the cheese factory where we saw the huge vats used for heating milk, the
separator, hand churn, and the store house. We bought a ½ k for 250 R. It was cold outside and we bolted back to
our warm dining room.
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