September 29th, 2007 – by: cja17
Happy kids selling veg for pocket money roadside
The next day we dropped back down to the river and headed South towards our final Himalayan pass, somewhere around 2250m. In theory this was an easy day, but none of these hills turned out easy for me! As usual I was last to the top, and the others were patiently waiting at a cafe just shy of the summit. Cass and Cara hadn't told us exactly where camp was that night, so they were able to surprise us with a stunningly beautiful campsite actually on the pass, just a few hundred metres past the cafe. A few wispy tentrails of cloud and mountain mist only added to a stunning sunset and the beginnings of a real "end of trip" feeling within the group - we were riding out of the big mountains tomorrow...
Our ride off into the valley the following morning was fast and thrilling in the hot morning sunshine.
Penultimate camp at Jot Pass
Whilst stopping to regroup we were overtaken by a distressed cow with an injured leg - each bloody hoofprint looked insanely red and bright in the harsh morning sunlight - a very strange few moments. It turned into another long day's riding as we rolled through the foothills and towards the highway to Dharamsala
Just like the previous night our guides found us a stunning campsite - this time riverside just outside a small village. Unlike the Himalayan rivers this one was gentle and warm, so the second we were in camp we all stripped off and headed for the water with our soap for a communal bath. Last night in the tents, so Norboo simply cooked all of the food he had left, and we had a six-dish vegetarian feast to finish. Cara and Cass were on their way to China after getting rid of us, so I spent most of the evening bluetoothing music to Cass, and got some fabulous Hindi pop in return.