The Tumling-Ghorkey Push

Massive day on the bike to come which should take see me climb over 1500 meters descend over 2500 metres, push a bit, cycle a bit and generally knacker meself out. Start of badly by heading the wrong way in the mist and tumbling down the mountains towards Nepali Eelam before locals spring out onto the track and tell me I am in the wrong country.
Mist a feature all day but when it clears navigation becomes easier but it also reveals some nasty climbs to come that last time I completed in the comforting ignorance of a blanket of cloud. Legs in poor shape after the second big climb of the day and reach the highest point at 3700 metres exhausted and not in need of a lunch of stale tibetan bread and rancid Yaks butter. Continue swiftly on; turning down offers of more culinary delights; and embark on the 20 km traverse to Phalut. Excellent mountain biking but have to get off on the few mini climbs and push more then expected. Reach the deplorable freezing rotting shed that serves as a Trekking hut in Phalut pop down a cup of tea in the company of a few weary trekkers wisely unwilling to rest their heads here and arrange to meet them in the village of Ghorkey 15 km and 1500 metres down in the valley below.
Descent is corking , winding singletrack with ready made berms, jumps and few rocky sections world's happiest man for 3 km before my back brake makes an appalling cracking noise and I now have a rear disc rotor in two pieces. Continue on with only the front brake for 100 metres before a puncture reduces me to tears. Patch up and wait for the trekkers and walk down with them for 2 hours along an amazing track that would have been the best descent done in India so far.
Night in Ghorkey superb village in the forest miles away from electric, roads, schools etc in fact so isolated that the forest department and the the local government have decided to shift the population of a 100 or to the nearest town in the name of development.