Our hopes of having the lodge to ourselves are dashed as a large group of Germans troop in around 3 o' clock. They immediately take over the whole place, filling up every inch of space on the corridor with mountains of gear and using the dining hall as a changing room. The two Americans watch with hunted eyes from their corner, and we escape outside, only to find other invaders there.
A herd of yaks has been put out to graze in the pasture in front of the lodge. They are lording it out, giving hostile looks at whoever ventures out. After about half an hour when the herdsman comes to round them up, he meets with stiff resistance. When no amount of coaxing works, he lassoes, tethers and harnesses them one by one.