Moonrise over the many glacial streams that feed Tso Moriri
Sitting alone in silence on a mound overlooking the staggering blue waters of Tso Moriri, while the cold mountain winds froze my face in the searing afternoon heat of high altitude, it felt like life came full circle. Five years before this moment, I was standing at that very same spot where the jeep track ended then, wondering how it might be to walk all the way till the blue lake disappeared at the far horizon where none seemed to want to go. With neither time nor information in hand at that time, I turned back and drove towards another adventure, Tso Moriri to Pangong Lake via Chushul following a wonderfully uncommon route. But who could’ve guessed that the universe was conspiring to make my unspoken (and even forgotten) desire come true? Five years later, I had just hiked from that far horizon where the blue disappeared to reach the said mound, finishing what I had unwittingly started.
