When I trekked to Komic village, one of the highest villages, I knew I was sick. My cold was horrible, and I was feverish. I’d read up so much about altitude sickness, I’d be remiss if I said it didn’t scare me. And so I went by car to Demul, hoping the mountains would let me stay another day.The first thing my guide said to me is go and meet Tanzin Tarpa who was the village co-ordinator and he would allocate us houses. And when we reached Demul village, he was at the entrance, waiting for us to come.