Thu. 17th Jan. Gyalpo to Dib Cave. 12 km.

The ice was infinitely varied. Sometimes clear - the water could be seen flowing underneath.

 Sometimes the pressure would raise and crack the ice. Throughout the day and night there would be thunderous cracks.

 Waterfalls were invariably frozen.

At Dib Cave the porters slept in the cave or shelters. Our friend 'Mr. Hat's' Hat didn't seem very warm.