Each place in Ladakh deserves a book for itself. Each place needs the use of at least 50 adjectives before one who has not been there begins seeing a picture of what travelling in Ladakh is all about. My challenge right now is how I start describing Pangong Lake, or the drive to it for that matter? How do I describe the total understanding of the redundancy and foolishness of national (or any other) boundaries when you see an expanse of water, once an ocean, left from an age long gone undivided over two countries? How do I describe stepping into the coldest water my skin has ever touched and the strength of will it takes to stand in it for 10 seconds? How do I describe the endless ripples that flat stone makes on the lake as it skips and finally dips into those depths? How do I describe the desolation and absence of life on that Martian surface? How do I describe the amazement of watching little creatures strike out survival between dead rock and brackish water? I think I will leave it all to your imagination.