They all knew exactly where to get off and hopped out one by one. Now I was the last one sitting next to the driver. I made a quick call to Dechen, who was the head nun at the Nunnery.
"Me Dechen bol rahi hu," she said in her heavily-accented Hindi.
I handed over the phone to the driver thinking he would communicate better with her in their local language. The driver only spoke a few words on the phone and handing me my cellphone back, he said, "Aapko Nyerma jana hai? Ek kilometre paidal chalna padega."
He did enlighten me on the exact location, which was not Thiksey but Nyerma, just a few kilometres ahead. In moments like these, when I don't want to walk at all, I think I should travel with a 45 litre backpack and fly around all the time. But I did walk that straight long road with my own big rucksack.