After two days of a leisurely life in Lo Manthang we returned to our trekking routine starting at 8 o'clock. The next three days we would have to walk longer and farer than on the trip to Lo Manthang. We had a deadline to meet: on 7th November our permit for Mustang would expire and we had to pass the check point in Kagbeni.
We crossed the creek to the south like we had come but then turned up an climbed up to the highest point of our tour - on 4250 m Marang La.
After a photo session we continued over desert meadows, hills and stone formations for the monastery Lo Gekar.
Unfortunately, the only inhabitants present were some very big dogs. The key monk had to oversee a funeral service in a nearby village and so we could not enter that sight. It was another remnant of the fight between Padmasambhava and the demon - the demon's heart.
We had something from our backpacks and then continued over another pass (Muila Bhanjyang - 4170 m) and down to plain. From there the way led further down through stone spires on gravel slopes and over a bridge to the village of Dhakmar.
There we had lost the group as they were some time in front of us and went into a guesthouse that was a bit off the beaten track. After a little search we found them sitting in a dark dining hall eating mixed fried rice. For us a noodle soup was in the making.
Fed and warmed we left the guesthouse for the last part. But first we saw the orange and red colored rock walls behind the village illuminated by the sun.
around Lo Manthang
Keep walking on the plains ...
… and more plains
Happy guide on our highest pass - Marang La (4250 m)
After a photo session we continued over desert meadows, hills and stone formations for the monastery Lo Gekar.
Lo Gekar
several chörten near the monastery
Usually, chörten came either single or in colored groups of three.
We had something from our backpacks and then continued over another pass (Muila Bhanjyang - 4170 m) and down to plain. From there the way led further down through stone spires on gravel slopes and over a bridge to the village of Dhakmar.
Stone spires
Dhakmar
There we had lost the group as they were some time in front of us and went into a guesthouse that was a bit off the beaten track. After a little search we found them sitting in a dark dining hall eating mixed fried rice. For us a noodle soup was in the making.
Rocks around Dhakmar
Fed and warmed we left the guesthouse for the last part. But first we saw the orange and red colored rock walls behind the village illuminated by the sun.
Sun-lit rocks at Dhakmar
Another hour and a half we kept hiking to the lodge in Ghami in which we stayed for lunch on the way to Lo Manthang. After 9 hours on the trail including breaks we were very much exhausted and climbing up the stairs to our bed room nearly felt as too much.
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