By Friday mid-day we could see the Mansarovar and Mount Kailas. It was a pretty sight. Mansarovar, a vast lake, had crystal blue water. We reached Mansarovar by early afternoon.  After reaching there, everyone seemed happy. Different forms of prayers and worship expressed feeling of reverence and appreciation to god.  Some lied down on ground and prayed, some bowed and closed their eyes, some had tears of joy in their eyes when praying.  Sherpas, in the traditional Tibetan way, piled stones like a building and prayed. From there we drove to the other end of the lake to camp. It was very windy, and impossible to stay out or walk around so we all sat in the dining camp. Barot called me to one side and told me something that touched me, and caused apprehension in my mind at the same time. He said that for some time he wanted me to know that if anything was to happen to him on this trip, then I should personally take the responsibility for his final rites.  I could not get the conversation out of my mind for the good part of the evening and the night.  We walked up to the lake but the bank was very muddy, and it was cold and windy. Instead, we walked to the nearby hill, with a nice view of the lake. On the top of the hill was a Tibetan monastery full of Trishuls. Surprisingly everyone followed us up the hill. Except Sanjeev and myself, the rest were totally out of breath after climbing this little hill.  At that stage, I assume everyone realised that walking round Kailas would not be easy, perhaps not possible. I got the chance to video everyone and introduce them for the record. 
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 Up to now discussion about Parikrama had been academic, but now reality stared at us. Up to now it was talk but now we had to face reality.  Everyone was adamant and determined that they will at least try and walk.  Sanjeev and I were asked for our opinions, and we frankly told them that if they cannot walk for long time and distance, then it would be difficult for them to do this Parikrama. The alternative was that one could hire a yak and ride on them when walking became difficult, but we had also been warned that yak rides are very difficult and not advisable. In spite of that, Khandekar couple, Yogi couple and  Pushpaben decided to rent yaks and I was asked to arrange them with the guide. All the strong talk about doing the Parikrama at any cost petered out after the walk on the hill that evening. 
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Next day, it was calm and sunny, and lovely. Sanjeev and I climbed the hill again and took some beautiful photos and video of the rising sun. Coming down the other side we saw a Tibetan house and went inside. The house consisted of one room and an open compound that was neat, clean and well arranged. What impressed us was the sideboard and a table. The furniture had some nice artful paintings and engravings, which enhanced their beauty, and I am sure they would be worth a lot in antiques market.   We all went to the edge of the lake where one tent was put up to change clothes. Most of the group had come prepared to do pooja near the lake. Barot and Mukherji put their swimming trunks and walked into the lake till the water reached just below the knees. It was muddy and water was shallow but there was thick ice on the top, which they did not notice, and when they came out they had cut their legs which were then bleeding. Seeing this, others decided to cover their complete body before getting into the lake. Even then the water was freezing and no one dared to go much far into the lake. Sanjeev and I decided not the take the chance and wait till we had finished Parikrama, and take a dip into the lake on our return. Most of the crowd performed pooja and I took the video