Another long one.

Waking up and feeling fresh, we set off with a liberal coating of engine oil and felt good. The day's aim was only a small ride; again to go up slowly to make sure we acclimatised properly.

The road surface was good and progress was fast, the planned 25km would fly by. As we went by there were all sorts of funny road signs for safety. The Indians roads agency obviously was trying to promote more safety on the roads.
This one was Scott's favourite. After an hour and a half we reached our destination for the night. It was only 11am. Again, we decided it was too early and we would push on (can you find the reoccurring theme!?!?!?!?!) So we had a leisurely lunch in a dhaba in Jispa and head off again. The owner of the Jispa that we talked to said that after another 4km it got flat and camping was no problem.
above the picture is 10km after, still not flat, and no where to camp but pretty views.

15km, still not flat.....20km and the road is dug out from the rock, still not flat and no where to camp. Getting tired.25km still not flat, the bloke from the Dhaba is getting some serious bad mouthing from the wife, she even made Scott blush.Then came the over grown rivers. These were actually quite fun and I think took Lara's mind off the things she was planning for the the bloke at the Dhaba's family....Once again we where fighting with time to find a campsite before it got dark, the idea of camping on the road was really not a favourable one. We arrived at a place on the map called Patseo, we thought it was going to be a village, but no it was a single Dhaba. Again though no flat land. We decided that just a bit further... thank which ever Indian God they have there in that province but we came across a bit of flat land. Our 24km day turned into a 68km one with a lot of climbing.Scott finishing off putting up his tent just as it got dark. Within 20 minutes of arriving it was pitch and the moon was coming up behind a neighbouring peak.As it was the only flat bit for quite a while around there was a supported group of cyclists about 200m away from us, one wondered up and he was English. We spent an hour talking to Ed who was an expat living in Dubai. We compared our days with him and he made us jealous of the food he had eaten, prepared by their chefs as we munched on our boubon biscuits that we had bought for dinner.

The temperature started to plummet as we were at 3800m and we decided it was time to retire to our tents and warm sleeping bags.