Life is a free ride!
Trip Start
Apr 2005
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Trip End
Apr 2005
The next morning, I set out to find a taxi to take me to Kibber or Kye. The taxi driver quotes 400 Rs, at which I tell him that since I am travelling alone I cannot split the taxi fare with anyone, therefore I cannot afford it. Guess what his reaction to this is? He offers to take me there for free! I'll always remember this as the best piece of bargaining I ever did.
The taxi driver takes me to Kibber, where I spend an hour admiring the beauty of the town and hop into the same taxi for a ride (free again!) to Ki.
Ki is stunningly picturesque and I feel light-headed because of the rarefied mountain air. I visit a monastery where a lama shows me around and invites me to stay for the night. I am very tempted to take up his offer but I have to go back to Kaza. For about 3 hours at the monastery I spend listing to an old lama chant prayers. I then set out on foot, back to the village of Ki. I lose my way but meet 2 kids who are taking their yak to the village, they give me directions. A passing government jeep offers me a ride to Kaza and I hop on gratefully. Along the way, I see the wonderful sight of a herd of Ibex alongside the road. They are gone in a flash, making me wonder if I imagined them.
Rest of the day is spend walking from one end of town to the other to find my spares.I find then eventually and now I'm all set to have my bike fixed.
The taxi driver takes me to Kibber, where I spend an hour admiring the beauty of the town and hop into the same taxi for a ride (free again!) to Ki.
Ki is stunningly picturesque and I feel light-headed because of the rarefied mountain air. I visit a monastery where a lama shows me around and invites me to stay for the night. I am very tempted to take up his offer but I have to go back to Kaza. For about 3 hours at the monastery I spend listing to an old lama chant prayers. I then set out on foot, back to the village of Ki. I lose my way but meet 2 kids who are taking their yak to the village, they give me directions. A passing government jeep offers me a ride to Kaza and I hop on gratefully. Along the way, I see the wonderful sight of a herd of Ibex alongside the road. They are gone in a flash, making me wonder if I imagined them.
Rest of the day is spend walking from one end of town to the other to find my spares.I find then eventually and now I'm all set to have my bike fixed.

