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The mountains loomed on both sides, silent, majestic, and in some places wind had carved many rock like fortresses on the mountain side. In some places, where it was not very easy to get to, some monastries also were seen. In some places there were ruins of buildings too. The scene was remote, no birds or other noises, and even with about 50/60 yathries moving about there was silence, deep silence only. The wind was chilling and very strong too. We had to ford a big stream( sindhu) with full of ice to reach Derapuk, but nearly there the sight took my breath away, literally. There was the northern face of Kailas, So majestic, and so different from the eastern face one first sights. In my feelings, while the eastern face was comforting, charming, here at northern face it was some what awe inspiring. The northern was so near too, a climb of about 2000mtr will get very near it, and some of our group ventured out there. I too wanted to go, but the still weak limbs, and short breath made me afraid. I did not wanted to be a burden on others by being sick. So I just stood there, and tried to take some photos on my little camera. By now the landscape was barren, and the hill was strewn with rocks of every size. A glacier too was seen near the top, but still our Manager and some other fellow travelers went there and took photos. It was so nearby that may be you could touch the mountain, but then may be could not. The northern face was majestic, and even from so far we could see the door like carvings and shapes on the mountain face. As per the myth, once ravana the demon king tried to drag the kailas to lanka, his place, and the ridges in the kailas formed because of the rope marks. If you look close you can make out the figure of swastic too. Compared to the eastern face of Kailas, I think the northern side is more grandeur, breathtaking and awesome. The rocky face is black, adorned with ice, which to the pilgrims mind, takes his/her own deity form. Little by little snow began to fall and the grand northern face began to be veiled. By 8pm all of us were bedded down for sleep.

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was spick and span. Very neat beddings, sleeping bags and room, but the one and only thing we all looked forward to was not there also. May be as most of the people do not use water in the closet, they don’t provide water, and the toilets are so dirty and stinking nobody goes there. In fact nearly everywhere we preferred the toilets provided by our travel group, or just the open air. They say the Chinese uses the shit to use as manure and they use some sort of pesticide in the toilets that is why the stinks. Any way it took great courage to use one of their toilets!!(This year  2007, Darchan has changed so much. There were new buildings everywhere, even a massage centre and hot water bath now provided by some enterprising Chinese. As usual everything new is Chinese owned, and there were many many new accommodations, and being the peak of the season, there was approximately about 500 pilgrims camping there this time. One thing that astonished me was that the stinking toilets were modified with new ones, not exactly stinking, but with no water , yet clean enough. Only our people too are not behind anybody in dirtying up the premises. Some people, some habits never change!! ).From darchan we all called home to kerela and some even made some international calls, & all were quickly connected, which was a real surprise. Some of the yathries were not feeling too well by this some time. Some had diahorrea, some fever, and I too was scared I would have to cancel my trip, as from manasarover it self there was swelling on my face and legs. And after a fretful night’s sleep, it was morning. And then came the news three or four persons from our group could not make the parikrama due to illness, and I was so afraid I too would be left behind. Literally I was on the verge of tears, but still then we all climbed into the jeep for a travel upto Yamdwar from where the yathra  really commenced. It is nearly 58 kmt from darchan to complete the parikrama, and of it about 30 kilometer you have to walk, even horses cannot travel easily. Literally Yamdwar is the door of death, and at least in some time it may have been that to some unfortunates. The horses that were booked beforehand for our group were all taken by some other group promising the villagers more money and there were no horses available by then. We all got one porter, as helper to tote the backpack .the one I got was a woman. To this day I cannot but think of her with gratitude, because in the long trek ahead, though she could not converse with me or I with her, she was such a help, such a loving comfort that without her I certainly would not have completed the parikrama. I walked about 3 or 4 kilometer, but then could not put one step forward. All the swelling, giddiness and tired limbs made me sit on a rock and I just changed back to a five year old crying. Some of our group comforted me, assured me, and one sherpa who was with our group, told me , mother don’t cry, don’t cry here, this is Bhagawans place, nothing will go wrong, and the Tibetan woman, with a mute appeal, gave me the water flask opened and asked by sign to drink. While in trekking nobody waits for others, all are on their own, and almost everybody has moved on, when suddenly in the far plains there came a horse with the keeper, and our manager, sri. Narendran managed to go swiftly there and arranged that horse for me.It may be a coincidence, but I am confidant that it was as before, at times when I reach my lowest, something,somewhere,somehow there a way out is provided by Bhagawaan. In fact I was the first person who got horse from there, and I reached Derapuk, the next camp by 4pm.I can just barely remember the landscape, we forded one or two streams, and the way was uneven full of rocks and ruts