Day 15: Bus to Keylong
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Why do people talk about the 'solidity, the 'still majesty', of mountains? Nothing is more theatrical, more unstable. Each shift of light changes them. You look up; they seem immeasurably distant, about to vanish over the horizon. You look up again; the light has brought them so close you think you could breathe on them.
A Journey in Ladakh - Andrew Harvey
At it was wake-up time and fortunately it was a lot less cold then yesterday evening.
After breakfast in the dinner tent it was back in the bus at for our second day in the bus. Our dest
After a short delay because of a military patrol coming from the other way we continued southwards. The sight of the mountains was beautiful in this area, enhanced by the sun. A multicoloured landscape with peaks that were sometimes covered in snow and sometimes obscured by clouds. We passed the road workers
At we reached the small
At we arrived in Keylong and Kirsten went to check out the hotel, asking us to stay in the bus for a couple of minutes. These minutes became an hour and I was starting to lose my patience. When she came back she informed us that owing to some kind of miscommunication between the local agent and the hotel, two rooms were short. Some people therefore had to stay at another hotel.
The weather had changed again and we made our way to the overbooked hotel, which tuned out to be another slightly dodgy affair with worn out carpeting and a stained bathroom.
After writing in our journals on our hotel room Judith and I decided to explore Keylong and see if we could find a cyber cafe. Keylong (3350 m) is the capital of the Lahail province, spread out on one side of the
Keylong has one long main street in which all commercial activity is located, from small grocery stores to specialist craftsmen at the very end. We stocked up on some snacks for tomorrow's journey and found that Internet connections were down in all three cyber cafe's we found. I noticed the remarkable mixture of people from Indian and Tibetan descent in the streets. Clearly, we are in a cross-over region between the two cultures. Since it started raining again we made our way back to the hotel to take a shower before tonight's shared dinner. And of course our boiler was broken ... Just our luck, I had to shower with cold water again.
The hotel's buffet dinner was fine and afterwards I had a quick look at the festival that was taking place at the big stage. Various traditional Indian dances accompanied by traditional music were performed. Never having been a bog aficionado of either I decided to go back to the hotel after a couple of minutes and call it another early night. Tomorrow would be another early travel day. Falling asleep proved quite easy despite the rock hard bed and noise from the festival stage next door.