We arrive at the permanent makeshift sheds and containers that house the travelers and visitors who have come here. This is a tourist space, maybe the most remote and adventurous kind of tourism but tourism nevertheless. As we step out of the camp and descend to the lake we leave the profane behind. The noise of the camp and the fellow visitors recede and each of us meets the lake on our own terms. As the evening shifts across the scenery, bringing with it hues and colours that stun as they sneak up on us, we are drawn in and transformed by this landscape. It is easy now to understand why monks have come here for centuries for their rituals, for a brief evening we have set foot into their sacred land.