Next morning, we were all set for the extreme of our North Sikkim explorations. Yes, we started with the toughest, the Gurudongmar Lake, one of the highest lakes of the world situated at an altitude of almost 18,000 feet. The surroundings looked like the Shire, the world of the hobbits but as we got up higher and nearer to our destination, the vegetation began to decrease. Small patches of snow began to show up igniting utter excitement in us. Gradually everything except for the road we were traversing became white. People fattened by their numerous layers of clothes and herds of yaks that were until then only heard of, far off creatures to us, showed up. We were in a live dream. It was far, far, far better than what Bollywood sells us in the name of Switzerland. In fact, comparing would be a shame. We had to stop at the check post and we took full advantage of that, touching the soft, white, diminishing magic and clicking with it. The road after the check post until Gurudongmar was more amazing than VFX worlds of super heroes, interspersed with white and a beautiful greyish brown. We were extremely lucky to have enjoyed snow fall too as it was odd at that time of the year. And then, at last, happened the orgasmic moment, The Gurudongmar, the possessor of the purest of all blues. It took our breathes away, metaphorically and quite literally. Camphor stuffed into our nostrils and chewing popcorns every now and then to maintain adequate respiration, we stood cold, blue and spell bound before the Gurudongmar, whispering every bit of the depth and magnificence that its name suggests. It surpassed all that our imagination could afford, it went beyond our sense of reality. We were intimidated. No one spoke a word on the way back to the hotel.
The same day after lunch we started for Lachung. Just as Lachen, there too a homestay was arranged for us.