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So, here am I, 24 hours before my highest trekking point and about 1.300 m below of Thorung La. At 8 a.m. already equiped and waited in the cold, dark dinning room.I still looked disfigured and my face turned into something diabolical.
It was already the third day and missing a mirror I took pictures of myself in order to see how it looks. I couldn't recognize myself yet, even the forehead was swollen and fat, I had a double chin, I looked like a sort of monster.
I left the beautiful location at 09:15 a.m., saying good bye from the white, muscular horse whom I had met the previos day as a sort of saying me "welcome". Due to advancing in altitude I begant to feel the weight of my backpack as a real burden, more than before.
Although a short distance today, I fully enjoyed again about the variety around me: a narrow path, alpine pastures, the first yaks flock somewhere far away on a slope above 4.200 m altitude, landslides, a new very solid and very long steel bridge connecting the same dramatic ground ruptures. The landscape was similar to that from yesterday: the same colors, same gravity of the spectacular - I just try to look for suitable words and phrases for describing, but it's becoming more and more difficult, I feel the risk of infinitely repeating a fascination I hardly express.