The Phyang festival is interesting. The courtyard behind the temple is the venue for the costumed dancers to weave their magic on a crowd of about 150 gawking foreigners and Indians alike. We have our fill in about an hour and half, and so decide to head out to our next destination - the Aryan village of Dah, about 150 kms from Phyang, 100 of which is on the Leh-Kargil route. We cross and traverse along several small and mid-sized stre ams for about 20-30 kilometers before those streams hit the mighty, muddy Zanskar. For the next 100+ kilometers till we reach our destination, we are never more than a few yards to the left of, and sometimes several hundred feet above this river. The Zanskar is for a very long distance mellow, as it weaves it’s way through the mountain passes, steadily building on its might, as more small streams join this river. Suddenly the river narrows as it finds itself squeezed into a gorge, turning into an awesome rapid, showing its fury on the scarcely-both...