No fake Yaks to be seen |
Each twist of the path brought us to another iridescent view, another of the lake's tentacles splaying outwards towards snow-capped peaks. At a col high above the shore, the sky turned red-blue-yellow-white-green as a thicket of prayer flags flickered over the water. At last we turned left into a side-valley and passed a Tibetan camp. By now the sight of a grey Tibetan tent, large enough to stand up and walk around in, with a hole cut for a chimney, had become familiar. Smoke wafted into the air marking its place as we left the camp behind. But it was the last glimpse of Phoksundo Lake, not the campsite, that we turned back to find until finally it disappeared in the elbow of the valley.
The mist quickly cleared to reveal a beautiful blue sky |
Starting off along the side of the lake |
Looking back at the campsite at Ringmo |
Krishna rounding "Yak Fall Point" |
Looking back at the monastery |
Nigel flying the flag |
Prayer flags over Phoksumdo |
A beautiful hidden valley on the other side of the lake. It appeared to be only accessible by water. Unfortunately boats are forbidden as Phoksumdo is a sacred lake. |
Nigel and Susan take in the view |
Autumn at Phoksumdo |
Yaks and goats share the pasture north of the lake. |
Our campsite for night 4. |
Dol Badu relaxing around the camp fire |
Camp, night 4 |
Keeping warm 1 |
Keeping warm 2 |
Keeping warm 3 |
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