I'm back and I now share the last time, my impressions with you in the form of images. Instead of long rumzufackeln,'s're off now ...
The Bridge on the border post to Sikkim, giant bamboo lined. Under the gate with the inscription "Welcome to Sikkim", the travelers waiting for their papers to be approved by the checkpoint. Sikkim is disputed territory, on the charge you claim China, and is therefore not bereisbar without special permission. 
along after long 5 hour drive on steep mountain slopes up to the last major town (Yuksom) that can be reached by jeep yet, and another night, our group is waiting with the ponies on us to make it start right can (the group photo was shy). 
below 3000 meters altitude, the mountains are overgrown and green, almost jungle-like, and the warm, humid air can believe you, you move to 2000 meters deep. 
But the steep ravines and in between times the views of the valley remind one of how far you have already risen. 6 hours and 1000 meters on the first day (Still half way). 
between, you have to wait from time to time by the roadside, not to be pushed down by the stubborn Dzos the slope. 
And everywhere you can see far, the prayer flags waving ... and here the wood planks of the bridge creaked quite a bit. Since I had to think of Indiana Jones 2: "very stable, Indie Look!" and then break the slats ... 
The last village, at 3,000 meters above sea level, with no road access and water, but incredibly peaceful and beautiful ... 
And although there are apparently only two are handful of residents, we see the offspring. The little girl was here heartwarming cute. You can see the difference from the "lowland Indians" significantly. 
evening we have the "local wine" warmed up again, because here it was the first time in the evening cool. The wine tastes like a particularly fruity sake (Japanese rice wine) and is formed by pouring hot water on fermented, small berries. And the best part is that you can pour over again and it does not cease to act on; D 
In May, the Rododendrensaison and everything's coming up (below 4000 meters) (and smell) the bushes. 
On almost 4000 meters arrived, we treat as asthma and wheeze us a break on a small ridge. Our guide, our cook, and another hiker look relaxed visibly. Also fascinating as the boys high jump partly in shorts and flip-flops there. Born to Climb! I just say ... 
Although the clouds are set to 4500 meters, it is worth the view. Tomorrow night we were back there resting on the river ... 
Our first night at 4,000 meters and the clouds are set the same, but we are looking forward to the second successful circuit rise of an additional 1,000 meters of altitude. Afternoon, there would still hail and snow. There was then clear that we have arrived slowly higher. 
The next morning, before sunrise. Spooky hang prayer flags flutter over us and. Heads pounding, the heart and the diluted clouds our view of the third-highest view of the world, the Kanchendzonga (~ 8600m). Later the term would clarify, but the clouds stayed at 4500 meters. 
unwegiges debris from going over there to the river bed and up again on the way to the next stop. In between we have to flee from the Dzos that run downhill faster and creates a huge horns with the feeling we are currently in Pamplona, and must be careful not to be impaled. Perhaps you feel at the high pulse but simply just more vulnerable. 
A small tributary of the wild mountain stream, we would still walk along for another hour. Breathtaking sensations. 
Arriving at the next camp. Nina rests, and the ponies are flocking to it. When the clouds broke up it would look just right in big mountain, but do not the clouds. Still great here! 
The highest point of our trip: a sacred mountain lake at 4300-4400 meters. Because of the clouds we decide at the next Day, not to rise even higher, because we had seen only white. 
The next morning confirmed our expectations: the clouds feel on top of where they are soft and do not go away. 
So it goes down again in a different way this time, and spooky forests and light fog. But it is getting warmer ... but also wetter. 
expected even a day later we finally got our compensation: a quaint hotel ... 
And finally the view of the summit! Or does it not? No! Unfortunately not, because what we saw here was the neighboring peaks, the "only" 6000 meters high. How then would have looked like the Kanchendzonga? We may not know, but we were happy anyway. I hope you enjoyed the pictures as we do our walk. Long live the Himalayas!
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