The High Point
The day was the high point of our adventure, literately. We went over 5650 meters Drolma La, the unforgiving pass that crowns the kailash Kora. It was a humbling experience to see many a Tibetan devout male, female and children cross the mighty pass prostrating all the way. As we sat across panting, catching out breath our Tibetan cook, dear Dorjee pulled a surprise by handing out cups of steaming hot soups to everyone from a large flask. That he had carried all the way.
Our way down into the valley did not lack adventure either, with some of us getting on the wrong side of the semi frozen river, and having to wade across, with feet numb with wet shocks and boots, hoping every camp on way to be ours and discovering it was not.
Finally when we all did reach of our night halt, Dorjee and Norbu had already set up the Kitchen camp and were waiting with hot cup of tea. Overall it was a great day, the sort, long cherished memories are made of.
Our camping gear was carried by seven Yaks, by Yampa’s (Yak men) from the local village. While were freezing in our tents, in minus 12 degree, in our high altitude sleeping bags, our two Yakpas slept out in open with on a carpet and small quilt. Hats off!!
