Keylong

In Keylong at 3,300 metres, my fellow passengers and I were ushered to tents and served dinner. There were eight of us: 3 Culcattans, an English couple, a Swiss guy and a young woman from New Zealand. The latter had worked in London for a while and, with what she earned, toured Europe, South America, Kazkhistan and parts of India. She said travelling by herself gave her more leeway to do her own thing and to get to meet the locals; people were more helpful and invited her to their house because she was alone. Amazing girl, I thought. Keylong is in the beautiful Lahaul countryside, which was already beginning to look like Tibet. But it had patches of green.