Wake up in the breathtaking sight of Kinner Kailash that glows like a golden belt in the soft morning light—a view that stops you in your tracks and stays with you forever. After breakfast, ready for the next stretch toward Spiti Valley’s rugged heart.
The road to Pooh will be a dream- smooth, fast, and tempting. Every turn come with its own surprise: tight hairpins, blind bends, and the occasional rockslide tumbling down the cliffs.
Soon, the lush greens of Kinnaur will fade behind you, replaced by raw, lunar-like landscapes. The mountains shed their forests for bare, ochre ridges and wind-carved slopes- a surreal transition that signal your entry in the legendary Spiti Valley.
At Khab, where the Sutlej and Spiti Rivers collide, stop for a moment just to take it in. Two wild forces meeting head-on- it’s the kind of scene that makes you feel both tiny and alive.
The climb up to Nako is steep and thrilling, with switchbacks that tested both skill and nerve. Grab a quick snack at Nako Top and breathe in thin, crisp air and feeling that familiar buzz of high-altitude adventure.
From there, the road will turn wild- a dirt trail hugging cliffs and trace the silver ribbon of the Spiti River. The descents are sharp with the view’s infinite. Roll down through Tabo, home to thousand-year-old monasteries whispering stories of time and silence, before finally reaching Kaza, the laid-back capital of Spiti.
That night, I sat under a sky blazing with stars, the sound of the Spiti River humming softly nearby. Later, I wandered through Old Kaza, sipping on a tangy buckthorn juice and trying Thiang Mo, a local buckwheat bread. It was the perfect way to wrap up a day that had been equal parts grit, beauty, and soul.
Overnight in Tabo.
Meals: Breakfast and Dinner.
