Where Kinnaur ends, Spiti starts. The valley is famous of its dryness - even during the Monsoon the rain falls really rarely there. The area is inhabited by Tibetan Buddhists, and it is famous of many ancient monasteries. As we travelled up the valley, we felt like not being in India any more. Tibetan influence could be felt on every single step.

The road was rarely paved - now we had to travel on a gravel path. The region we travelled was a kind of a high mountain desert.

The air was thin and dry. We had to protect our face from the fine dust, the sun and the lack of moisture. Being on high altitude made breathing quite difficult.

One of the nicest monasteries we visited was in Tabo. People say that it was started by Guru Rinpoche (Padmasambhava) himself…

We spun the prayer wheels for good luck and good spin of our own wheels.

Cheese! Yak cheese! Something we really missed in South East Asia! It is nice to have lunch time with a proper cheese sandwich.

As we continued towards the Kunzum Pass, the road started to be flooded by the melting ice. In some places our journey was only interrupted by paddles…

… but in the others the road was completely washed out.

Most of the times, there was no road any more - just a shallow stream, and we had to cycle that.

At the end of Spiti Valley we started to climb the Kunzum Pass. We knew that on the other side the road is completely blocked by the snow, but yet we wanted to give it a try.

The higher we climbed the more we knew, that now the real adventure will start! What happened next turned out to be the most difficult passage of our journey!