They don’t tell you about the silence.
Everyone talks about the views, the postcard-perfect monasteries clinging to crumbling cliffs, the sapphire waters of Chandrataal, and the violent pink hue of a Himalayan sunset. But no one warns about the heavy, echoing quiet that hits us the moment the cell phone signal drops to zero.
Spiti doesn’t invite, it tolerates.
If you want to know what it actually feels like when your comfort zone completely evaporates at 14,000 feet, strap in. This is the unfiltered, slow burn of a story of how we climbed to the roof of the world, and how we learned to breathe all over again.
East Indian Traveller 