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The main day, the train voyaged north through fields where wild hemp and pomegranate trees were developing on an incline that plunged to the Tarap River. The second day, we proceeded through forests of wild walnuts and little stands of bamboo. The third day, there were apricots holding tight awkward youthful trees along the slopes and precipices. The fourth day, the territory turned out to be more parched, and the plant species less and all the more scantily appropriated. We moved high over the waterway and afterward, by a thundering waterfall, found the riverbed once more. At long last, at a height of just about twelve thousand feet, we touched base at Lake Phoksundo, which is holy to local people and is the rough turquoise shade of a Las Vegas swimming pool. (Photos of it look seriously controlled.) We were presently in upper Dolpo, on the southern edge of the Tibetan level, one of the most elevated, harshest occupied zones on earth.