The campsite at Skarchen was amongst bushes, so there was no point in getting out at night to make any images.
Morning came, I packed up, and the camp was broken. Had breakfast, and setoff. We had to walk couple of hours to a pickup point from where a mini-bus would pick us up.
Fairly uneventful walk. The sun had come up and it was getting scorching hot.
After couple of hours, we reached the end of the trail. The plan was to load our bags into the bus, and then go to Sumer sand dunes, where we would spend our last night. In between, we would visit a monastery (I forget the name now).
The bus came, our bags were loaded, we said our goodbyes to the pony man, and we went to see the Hundar sand dunes. I had no interest, so I stayed back at the cafe. By then, everyone seemed to have all sorts of cravings. Coke, Sprite, Limca, fried noodles etc were ordered and devoured. We saw an army canteen that was serving idli and dosas, and we gorged on those and filter coffee as well. So good to be back in civilisation.
We went to the monastery, and the huge statue of Avalokiteshwara. Didn’t interest me much.
Sumer sand dunes were next, and they were a big disappointment too. Never trust the brochures.
Dinner was in the dining hall of the place next to the sand dunes. People shared their experience of the trek, and as alcohol took its effect, people let go some of their stress and there were a lot of laughs around. Our cook appeared with a cake, how he had managed to bake it, nobody knows…
When we retired to our respective tents, I decided to make one last image of the Milky Way, and then packed up.
The next day, we would go over the Khardung La, which was really a circus, and back to Leh.