16-09-2017, 1335 hours, Kunzum Pass, Lahaul & Spiti, Himachal Pradesh, India:
Though the sun is out, as soon as I got down from the Traveller, I could feel the fierce winds blowing from south to north – from where three monstrous snow clad mountains stood – piercing through my wind cheater and t-shirt, making me cold. The wind is so furious at this height of 4551 m that even the prayer flags are fluttering like wings of a humming bird and it’s the only sound I can hear apart from the sound of the blowing wind.
The whole convoy of the Travellers has been together (even when we had a breakdown) and it has stopped here. All passengers went inside an area surrounded by Buddhisṭ flags in the middle of which there are a few stupas, and a Kunzum Mata temple. I also asked for blessings and went about constantly keeping my body in motion to keep myself warm. The view was just fantastic and I was feeling nostalgic. I was reliving my first visit here in July 2016 when we had trekked all the way to Chandrataal from here. Though I really want to hang around here a little longer but we are already late and everybody is concerned about reaching Kaza in daylight (which we would easily, according to my cabbie). So now everybody is aboard their respective rides and we are back on the road again. In minutes the weather has also changed completely with thick dark clouds headed our way.