We reached our stay at the Maha Guesthouse to rest a while, thanks to a good old man who walked with us all the way. Maha Guesthouse was a place that one would quip "not bad" in normal conditions, but is a great option to stay in a place like Turtuk. The room was comfortable and warm, the restaurant was decorated with thriving sunflower plants, providing a good ambience, and the food was pretty decent. We loved to have their apricot pancakes, the best we had tasted in Ladakh, so much so that when a friendly farmer nearby offered us apricots from his trees, we couldn't say no. Having got ourselves refreshed and rejuvenated, it was then time to visit Thang.
Thang is the farthest point of Turtuk sector towards the LOC, after which it was all Pakistan. We surrendered our identity cards at an army check post on the way, showed our special permits to Thang to the officers, heard some words of wisdom (or orders?) from one of the officers, and made our way towards the last village. The journey got just a bit tricky for us, as we missed a turn near a bridge and headed straight towards the restricted part of LOC, until we spotted some vehicles on the other route and decided to reroute. And to remind us the remoteness and the harshness of the conditions, the road was turning worse and at one point there was nothing but a steep path laid with small rocks and gravel to roll over. We wouldn't let our spirits down though and hustled our way to the last post at Thang.
It was 5 pm when we reached, and the honorable Jawan who was holding guard there was just about to leave for the day. As soon as he spotted us reaching the place, he kept his things back and came to us with a bright smile to quickly guide us through. That moment was like "Wow!", we had just witnessed the ultimate courtesy a soldier could show, and we felt so humbled and honoured. We looked through an array of little scopes (can we call them "guide-oculars?"), each pointing an army post high and far in the mountains, some of India's and some of Pakistan's. The unobscured view of mountain ranges with Shyok running through was itself a sight to behold, and to know that we, men, have divided these mountains amongst ourselves with hostility, made us spend a few minutes of silence, wondering what we've been doing to this lovely planet we live in. With dusk lurking around, we clicked a few pictures and started our way back to Turtuk to call it a day.