thermometer is nightly going down to 50 or 100 below
zero, there is always on the southern side of the lake
an unfrozen pool. The cliffs sweep down into the basin,
bare and unlovely. To the east, whither our road still
is to run, the nakedness of a steep ascent of wearisome
boulders is barely qualified by the stunted rhododendron
Lagyap : the clouds hanging in the gulf are just seen to the right.
growth. At Changu there is now a comfortable bungalow,
and only those in dire necessity will fail to stop
the night. The hardest work of all the road to Lhasa
lies before us on the morrow, and though I have more
than once passed through from Chumbi without a halt,
there is no doubt that the exertion can only be justified
by real urgency. Leaving Changu in the morning the
