After crossing the Thorang La yesterday we walked down to the bustling little town of Muktinath and shared a tea house with a couple of German parties we had met before. Recovering from such a tough day conversation at dinner was subdued.
The weather in the morning was perfect and walking back up through the town to the monastery the sights we had missed before gradually came into view. Dhaulagiri to the south west, at over 8100 metres and the 7th highest mountain in the world, looked amazing, startlingly white with a stream of cloud condensing from the top, while closer still was Niligiri North, a 7000 metre plus peak. As we climbed through the village we could see a completely different landscape to the north, brown almost desert like, the colours like the drier landscapes of Tibet.