At 4.30 am rising from my flea sleeping bed, bitten with more then 30 bits and strangeled my self to sleep in this f...ing tent. I Hate camping... anyway no other way here in this land of No Man!
This night the horses were standing next to our tent, and one of them just farted the whole time... instead of hearing the sound of birds... anyway rising up and washing hands and feet only is also not so cool. The tibetans came out from their homes to see what im doing there. "Yes im washing my self, or at least im trying..."
Then we left Yara walking inside the dry waterbed and go for our next step towards Damodar Kund. It will take us over a pass of 4900 m and im not sure if we are well prepared. Anyway our porters storm their way forward, and i can only walk half speed of them. Anyway at least i have time to make some incredible pics. My friend cira is still possessed with his obsession of hiking along with his 18 kg backpack. Slowly we come close to Luri Gompa, one of the ancient buddhist monastery in the whole mustang region (around 11th century) and we turn left to hike in Damodar Kund direction!
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