After a good few hours hobbling through the desert and jumping over a few rivers we finally came to the second camp and set up tent. Herbert decided (crazily) to go for a swim in the river that passed not even 5m from our tents door, in water that actually started to hurt when you stayed in it too long it was so cold. After eating dinner some other campers mentioned some hot springs upstream so we donned on our togs and headed for a looksie.
Pople had made barriers out of rocks and branches to moderate the hot water from undergraound, with the cold water that flows down the from the melting snow. At first it was super cold, and as we got closer to the hotter (and smellier.. it smelt like fart) end it got so hot it was uncomfortable so we went to another section where it was just perfect. Air bubbles from underground and slight steam made it look like the water was boiling and the sand felt really wierd, kind of like qucksand because you could easily get your hand 30cm deep in a matter of seconds. It was quite lovely despite the floating algae and sulphur smell.
