Lachen is bitterly cold. From the minute I set foot in that place the mind-numbing cold was the only thing I was aware of. We settled in our hotel and, after we freshened up (another word for piling on extra layers of sweaters), went out for an evening walk. The walk was to get us acclimatized to the high altitude - we were standing at an altitude of roughly 9800 feet.
So, we started on our little walk, and within a short distance came to a shop. We could hear little cries of, "Tourists are here! Tourists!", as if we had come from another country, pockets jingling with gold coins. We bargained hotly for a pair of mufflers and woolen gloves but the kind lady in the shop did not budge even a little bit. She obviously knew when a person was desperate. We paid the asking price and walked away, tails between our legs.
Lachen is the stop for all Gurudongmar Lake aspirants. We left Lachen at 5AM the next morning. I cannot recall the journey from Lachen to Gurudongmar very much - I had a bad case of the vomits. (Thank you, Kolkata airport Subway!) After getting back from Gurudongmar Lake we rushed out of Lachen as fast as we possibly could, and headed for Lachung.
How else is Lachen historical, you ask? Well my friend, Lachen will forever go down in history as the place that made me long for the unbearable heat of Hyderabad.
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