Trekking from Komic over Demul to Dankar
After breakfast we packed our stuff and left Komic towards Demul. The walk is not really difficult since there is not a lot of up and down. We did not meet people on the way expect for a road crew. They where working on the street and happy that something happened other than working that day.
Landscape Landscape Landscape!
Last time I was here the sky was blue most of the time. Now a lot of clouds – still nice to see. And it is not so hot when you walk.
The highest point on that trek – over 4800 meters!
Every little space that can support agriculture is used. A lot of work up here and not a lot to harvest.
Something went wrong with this little guy.
We did reach the village and it was absolutely deserted. Everybody was out on the fields. Great – now what. We walked all over the village and almost gave up. Than we found a woman who returned to the house to get some food to bring back to the fields. Since Demul has a rotating system for the home stays she could not give us a room. She had to ask the guy that is doing the rotation and he was on the fields as well. She left us with her daughter and she did cook us a really good lunch. Later in the afternoon the boss woman of the house returned and we could stay at her place for the night.
The daughter prepared our lunch.
Wood for the winter and food for the animals is stored on the roofs.
In the evening all the animals have to get back to the villages. Over night they keep them next to the houses.
Early morning in Demul
After Demul it is down for a long time all the way to the valley. From there you go to Dankar or stop over night in Lalung. There is an old old temple there and I would recommend to stay there over night. If you still have power you can move on the same day of course.
Since we did not go to Lalung you can have a look at the pictures from last time.
On the way down we did pass a herd of – I have no idea what it is – animals.
Since I did walk a completely different route last time when one bridge was broken we had to ask someone for directions. We did pass a few houses and this friendly girl did offer us some tea and told us where to cross the river.
Something went wrong with this guy as well.
The bridge all the way down in the valley.
Than we had to walk up to the next mountain.
Sometimes you think you are in America.
In the distance you can see Dankar Gompa
Getting closer – and closer.
The view from Dankar towards Kaza which is somewhere in the left valley.
A very tired doctor that was so hungry that he was not sure to survive till dinner.
Our home stay in Dankar
Dankar Gompa in the morning.
At last the poor guy does feed the dogs.
Walking back down to the road.