Day 22

Friday 19 Oct 2018

We woke to yet another fine day, in fact probably the clearest morning so far. Our drunken team member seemed to be back with us this morning and apparently he was deeply remorseful- but clearly not enough for him to help Sangay pack away the tents!

Leaving our lake we walked over a small shoulder with fantastic views of the mountains we have passed fo far, the gentians were opening earlier than usual in the heat of the sun- such a hardy flower in this otherwise barren 5000m landscape.



A well made path brought us to the Loju La (5140m) where we waited for both horse and yak trains to pass through before descending to “mother lake” for lunch. In Bhutan it is wrong to throw stones into lakes or rivers. If you do, in your next life a string is tied to your testicles and you have to pull out all that you threw in- no one attempted to skim any stones!
Finally after crossing a small saddle (5100m) we entered a wide glacial valley and the trail descended gradually to our campsite at Jichu Dramo (5050m).

A waxing half moon illuminated the camp, it was clear at 3am so we were all hopeful for our last big pass and our gateway out of Lunana.

Distance 14km 7hrs

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