Following a slow wake up, and a bite to eat in Tapovan, we parked our bikes and started walking towards the trailhead. The trek was sweaty but stunning.
As we entered the farming boundaries of the villages I started getting goosebumps. Colourful crops, beautiful stone work and hardworking people.
We tumbled up the last stone steps to the homestead in early afternoon, breathing in the beauty around us. We were served tea and platters of food. Veggies grown by the village and cooked over fire. A five minute conversation later, Quentin and I quickly came to the conclusion that we had to spend an extra day here.