One enters the Spiti Valley after descending the Kunzum.
The scenary changes from matt grey of Lahaul to vibrant yellow in Spiti.
After descending for about 15 minutes, the vista opens up and one can see the wide open spiti valley far ahead.
There are traces of green among the vibrant yellow.
The formations become more rugged, sharp edged.
The entry to Spiti district is a short drive from where the valley opens up.
First town in Spiti is Losar. We reached Losar around 3 o’clock, did vehicle enrty formalities.
Kaza is about 60 Kilometers from Losar and the Road is supposed to be good. So we planned to drive this section faster and reach Kaza by 4:30 PM. In our plan, we had only one day to tour Kaza, so we planned to see the Kye Monastery today evening itself.
The Losar PWD rest house is a place to see. I am sure Jaysmokesleaves has enjoyed the scenary while staying there in his trip. No such scope for us and we push ahead.
After Losar one gets the full view of Spiti. The formations take an abrupt change from the rocky matt lahaul valley to a more sandy mountain slides of yellowish brown.
One can frequently observe the mass extinction bands of the boundary period between Pre Cambrian and Jurassic ages.
The scenery kept changing, but the grandioseness of Nature remained continuous.
Now we are driving in a huge plain, flanked by mountains in the far right and left.
And suddenly we are right inside a canyon.
The Spiti valley is dotted with geological evidences of the Pre Historic Ages.
The river sides have weired looking formations, caused by wind erosion.
All this while, I could feel that the temparature was dropping like anything and the air was thinning out. I also started to feel a little dizzy among all the twisties. I must have driven too close to the edge atleast a couple of times only to reflexively correct my steering in a jerk.
While ladies were busy chatting and clicking snaps, my mom noticed this first. She asked me to pull over.
I stopped and got out. It was so venomously cold and the wind was so hard, my breathing completely stoppped for the 30 odd seconds I was standing outside.
I jumped back in and started panting like a dog. I could get back to normal breathing only after 15 odd minutes.
We scrapped the Kye monsatery plans and I started for Kaza at a much slower pace. Now everyone could feel it, something was squeezing all the energy out of us. Kaza is harsh!
A little before Kaza, I think near a village called "Hansa" we saw this open air statue of Gautam Buddha.
We reached Kaza town around 5:30 PM. While entering Kaza, I saw this school bus! In the last 10 hours if someone had told me there would be school buses, I wouldn't have believed him.
We got ourselved booked at HPTDC hotel there. It costed us Rs. 1500/- per room. Kind of steep, but manageable. We were so overwhelmingly happy to have finally reached Kaza, that we would have even paid 5000 a night had he asked.
By the time we could unload the luggage and settle down, the Sun has set and the cold has risen.
But the hotel was greatly insulated. Outside it must have been near zero temperature, but inside the premises we could walk around with just a shawl wrapped around. The dinner was included in the hotel bill, and was duely served by 9 o’clock.
We ate and we went to bed.
I had some breathing trouble that night, less due to AMS and more due to no bounds gleeful smoking. However, a diamox and a deriphyline later, I slept peacefully.