| We started our morning with a tour of the Monastary at Tsarang. Then it was back to the tea house to collect our gear before heading out on the final leg to Lo Manthang.
As was beginning to seem standard, the trek out of town began with a steep descent to a stream.
Then a crossing of some kind. This one was via rocks in the stream.
And, next, a climb back up the valley wall on the other side.
And here I'm getting close to the top. Tsarang is on my right side during the hike back up.
Once past the top, the skies started to clear as we headed to Lo Manthang.
We encountered a large, restored stupa along the way. It had been restored with funds provided by the American Himalayan foundation.
Along the way were many caves, once inhabited but now abandoned.
Rocks with carvings are a frequent occurrance.
Sometimes they are just in piles but frequently they are placed along these walls.
And finally, the pass overlooking the ancient walled city of Lo Manthang. In Tibetian, Lo means "South" and Manthang means "place of pleasure" I guess, by comparison to caves, it is indeed that. But it is still very rustic.
My guide Wangyal, now 35, on the overlook to his home town. There his cell phone worked and he called his Mother. His phone was seldom quiet after that!
Here is another Mani wall just outside of town. There is a goat skull with carvings both on the skull and horns.
And more examples of the carvings.
Here we are entering town. The stone walls, which are everywhere, are mostly to keep animals out of crop areas.
And the map of the old town. Originally there was a high wall surrounding the entire village with only one entrance/exit. Now, there are many structures built outside the old wall and additional passages have been made through the original perimeter wall.
In this photo, you can see my guide Wangyal standing just past the sign in the previous photo. Behind him is the tall wall with small square holes that was the original perimeter.
Lo Manthang was no different than any other we'd been in with respect to the rivers of goats that would occasionally flow through town, being driven to fresh pasture.
And then there were the children who seemed always amused at a new crop of tourists. Especially a tall one such as myself.