Snow did not stop. With Tenzin, i joined the notorious gang of Kaza where i got introduced to gambling and started to loose my dwindling cash. Secretively, All I was banking on the generosity of Spiti's people. During days of snowing, we used to drink a lot of Old monk, play snooker. Tenzin's mother cooked delicious meals and served tea, coffee and other hot beverages. In between adventures and frivolity, thought of visiting Komic, supposedly the highest village of Asia kept orbiting in my head. Komic was disconnected from road so one fine morning, i decided to take the steep climb just above the Kaza to find my way to Komic. A sneak peek into that adventure.
First it was a precarious steep trail which i negotiated
And then I reached the snow-covered road ready for my footprints.
And I am not exaggerating that moving every next inch forward in almost a feet of snow was draining to hell. Amid negative temperature on that windy afternoon, with so many layer of cloths, I felt like an astronaut in the gravity less space. I kept panting but i kept walking
I was all alone on a perilous road which was supposed to lead me to the highest villages of Asia. All i was trusting my intuitions and first view of mud houses of Hikkim turned a great relief.
Hikkim was just a mile stone but was definitely an energy booster for the rest of my journey to Komic and by the dusk i made it to Komic, the highest village of Asia.
After the short visit to the monastery, descended to the house where i was invited
And it dusked in Komic
Despite shivering cold outside, I could not restrain myself going out in the night and playing with the shutter when mercury dipped to -35 degree
Next morning, it was bright vivid sunny day with chilly wind fluttering the prayer flags
Herd the sheep
And then scared them off with my gigantic appearance :D (I can sense mild grin on some reader's face)
Got the packed lunch from the family I was staying with and then captured the last glimpse of the Komic before continuing for another long solo hiking through the desolated landscape.
And another lonesome road was waiting to be treaded by a reclusive vagrant and I was walking to Langza, into the wild.
Yaks basking in the sun
Herd of Kiang over snow-filled pastures
And Another distant view of Hikkim
Superstition and Lonely Stupa
Crisscrossing the trails
And endless trail
Which descends to the little hamlet of Langza
Sunny winter afternoon at Langza
And the evening fell on the village of Langza
Next morning, Sun rays fell over the village of Langza little earlier than expected
Passed my final greetings to Tenzy and his family and for their generous hospitality. Wish i could have stayed longer. I started the descend back to Kaza.
And it continued
Through Shrubs buried under the snow
Through muted milestones
Distant view of Rangrik
And the walk back to Kaza