06/09/2024
Dzo Jongo 6300m
In the stillness of altitude – a journey beyond the self, into silence,
simplicity, and the raw essence of being.
06/09/2024
Dzo Jongo 6300m
In the stillness of altitude – a journey beyond the self, into silence, simplicity, and the raw essence of being.
Delhi to Leh.
32 hours non-stop by bus, chasing the big mountains. After 14 hours of rough roads, endless curves, and no sleep, the journey still had no end. As daylight broke again, we climbed higher and higher – crossing mountain passes above 5,000 meters.
A landscape that took our breath away. And a feeling that’s hard to describe.
Raw. Vast. Unreal.
We spent two days in Leh to acclimatize – and to plan our route and get organized.
From there, we hitchhiked to Stok Village, hoping to find some breakfast…But we had no idea how quiet and empty the place would be.
And so the search for food began.
Luckily, we stumbled upon an old farmhouse, where some kind locals opened their tiny shop just for us.
Off to our first camp at 4,366 meters!
We hiked through an indescribably beautiful landscape — just walking, looking, and soaking it all in. Step by step, we made our way toward our first camp at 4,366 meters
We had arrived.
It was hard to grasp — surreal. Pure and overwhelming.
The air grew thinner as we set up our tent and spent our first night up there.
W A L K I N G I N T O N O W H E R E.
A New Day.
Woke up, had a little breakfast, and felt the excitement kicking in.
Crossing a 5000m pass to reach our next camp at 4,480m.
Just the two of us, surrounded by endless natural beauty — fully present, grounded in the here and now.
Grateful.
P U R E B E A U T Y.
New Friends
who joined us for the next few kilometers.
After four days of total peace and solitude, we slowly began approaching civilization again. We reached the camp at Nimaling (4,800 m) and were welcomed with delicious food.
Sitting down, sipping warm tea — and simply enjoying the moment.
W E A T H E R C H A N G E D.
Rest day at 4,800 meters.
But the weather turned quickly, and we had to shift our plans. We spent the whole day inside the tent — sipping hot tea, reading, and writing a lot. Also: the best potato I’ve ever had.
Too much snow had fallen on Kang Yatze, making the climb too risky. So we turned to Plan B: Dzo Jongo East and West — 6,280 meters.
In the evening, the clouds finally lifted, and the sun broke through.
Breathe in. Breathe out.
We reached our high camp at 5,500 meters and soaked in the warmth of the evening sun.
Beyond words.
A simple joy: delicious Maggi noodles and a breathtaking sunset. Grateful.
Sweet dreams.
WILD. POWERFUL. UNFORGETTABLE.
After a sleepless night and no dreams, we set off at 3 A.M.
It was freezing — around -15°C — and my feet were so incredibly cold.
Summit – what a feeling.
From there, we continued to the West Peak at 6,280 m.
Ridge climbing at over 6,000 meters — harder than you’d think.
We made it back to high camp after the summit, grabbed a few hours of well-earned sleep, then started our descent.
Soaking up the sun after a magical, once-in-a-lifetime day.
C O M I N G T O A N E N D.
We kept moving.
Our self-planned route took us over a 5,600-meter mountain range.
Raw. Remote.
Time to finish off the last bits of food we had left.
We reached Miru — a place that felt incredibly desolate.
But still, we found a small homestay where we were welcomed with warm tea and food.
From there, we hitchhiked back to Leh.
And we got picked up faster than we could have hoped.
Happy. Grateful.
Delhi to Leh.
32 hours non-stop by bus, chasing the big mountains. After 14 hours of rough roads, endless curves, and no sleep, the journey still had no end. As daylight broke again, we climbed higher and higher – crossing mountain passes above 5,000 meters.
A landscape that took our breath away.
And a feeling that’s hard to describe.
Raw. Vast. Unreal.
We spent two days in Leh to acclimatize – and to plan our route and get organized.
From there, we hitchhiked to Stok Village, hoping to find some breakfast…But we had no idea how quiet and empty the place would be.
And so the search for food began.
Luckily, we stumbled upon an old farmhouse, where some kind locals opened their tiny shop just for us.
Here we go — off to our first camp at 4,366 meters!
What a unique Landscape. Being in the now.
We hiked through an indescribably beautiful landscape — just walking, looking, and soaking it all in. Step by step, we made our way toward our first camp at 4,366 meters.
We had arrived.
It was hard to grasp — surreal. Pure and overwhelming.
The air grew thinner as we set up our tent and spent our first night up there.
W A L K I N G I N T O N O W H E R E.
A New Day.
Woke up, had a little breakfast, and felt the excitement kicking in.
Crossing a 5000m pass to reach our
next camp at 4,480m.
Just the two of us, surrounded by endless natural beauty — fully present, grounded in the here and now.
Grateful.
P U R E B E A U T Y.
New Friends
who joined us for the next few kilometers.
After four days of total peace and solitude, we slowly began approaching civilization again. We reached the camp at Nimaling (4,800 m) and were welcomed with delicious food.
Sitting down, sipping warm tea — and simply enjoying the moment.
W E A T H E R C H A N G E D Q U I C K L Y.
Rest day at 4,800 meters.
But the weather turned quickly, and we had to shift our plans. We spent the whole day inside the tent — sipping hot tea, reading, and writing a lot. Also: the best potato I’ve ever had.
Too much snow had fallen on Kang Yatze, making the climb too risky. So we turned to Plan B: Dzo Jongo East and West — 6,280 meters.
In the evening, the clouds finally lifted, and the sun broke through.
Breathe in. Breathe out.
We reached our high camp at 5,500 meters and soaked in the warmth of the evening sun.
Beyond words.
A simple joy: delicious Maggi noodles and a breathtaking sunset. Grateful.
Sweet dreams.
D Z O J O N G O
Wild. Powerful. Unforgettable.
After a sleepless night and no dreams, we set off at 3 A.M.
It was freezing — around -15°C — and my feet were so incredibly cold.
Summit – what a feeling.
From there, we continued to the West Peak at 6,280 m.
Ridge climbing at over 6,000 meters — harder than you’d think.
We made it back to high camp after the summit, grabbed a few hours of well-earned sleep, then started our descent.
Soaking up the sun after a magical, once-in-a-lifetime day.
C O M I N G T O A N E N D.
The final days of our tour were approaching.
We kept moving.
Our self-planned route took us over a 5,600-meter mountain range.
Raw. Remote.
It wasn’t that easy, but we finally found a way down.
Time to finish off the last bits of food we had left.
We reached Miru — a place that felt incredibly desolate.
But still, we found a small homestay where we were welcomed with warm tea and food.
From there, we hitchhiked back to Leh.
And we got picked up faster than we could have hoped.
Happy. Grateful.
