SUMMARY:
The diarist observes several alpine plants in flower and feels unwell, possibly from bad meat sent by the Nyerchen Trepa. They have established a substantial camp, are coordinating with the local Sokpon who will provide yaks, and plan to ride to Waitang before moving camp. The site is at the junction of two rivers, one from Waitang and another from the west and the Chach.
CONTENT:
...were just opening on 18th. Rhododendron setosum and anthopogon are just in flower, while Rhododendron campanulatum is really beautiful in full flower. Rhododendron cinnabarinum (velvet) is also very prolific, and Rhododendron campylocarpum common. Cassiope found also, and Pinguicula. Obviously we are nearer the real thing now; the only stupid thing is that I am not feeling too good. Ever since last night I have felt rather poor, partly heart and partly I think a cold or flu or poison from a tin of bad meat sent up by the Nyerchen Trepa. Anyway, here we must stay for a while, as we have such a hell of a place built for us. I am enclosed in a fir zareba, which is nice enough here where there is a strongish wind. The servants have a palatial wooden silver hut, big enough for dozens. The local Sokpon, in charge of all the Drogpas, is here, and a nice man. He will be the man we rely on from now on, and I gather that we will have 12 or 13 yaks always with us, and can move about as we like from now on. I will first ride up to Waitang to see what the place is like, then we will move camp. But we cannot move the servants' place. They must now learn to live in a tent for a change. This is at the junction of two equal rivers - that from Waitang and the other, shorter, from the west and also from the Chach
