We woke up early and headed straight for Pangong lake, a gem like body of water that separates Tibet from India, we met up with our driver and set out across the plains of Leh. After passing several checkpoints (ones required by law, and strictly enforced by the Police due to the Tibet/Chinese confrontation both nationally and internationally) we finally started our ascent of the mountains to the east of leh. Once again I was stuck in the very back of the truck =( Only this time I wasn't even in a seat, I was in the equipment area, lol what? Well it wasn't comfortable to say the least, but It was a good view of the mountains and the valley below us. From where I was sitting you could see thousands of feet down the cliff side with a grand overview of the village that seemed to have sprung from the space opening from between the mountains, a magical like setting that you might see in the high alps of South America where the survivors of the Spanish slaughter of the Incas build Machu Picchu.When we finally arrived at the lake, I had to stand back in awe and try and take it all in. From where we parked the car until the horizon it spread out on all sides, it covered a massive distance, I can't be sure but I think our guide said something to the effect of 200 or so miles in length. It had to be one of the grandest lakes on earth, out of sheer beauty and awesome scale, of course I really haven't been to many lakes in my time but in any case it truly was one of those primal Man vs Nature moments.We busted out the stove and made several hopeless attempts to light it and open the can of tune we brought with us, but in the end the truth of our ineptitude became painfully obvious. Out of nowhere though our driver came down the hill, lights up the stove and effortlessly cuts the tuna can open, all in a matter of seconds, almost as if it was something he did every day. We all looked at each other for a moment and silently nodded to ourselves in resigned acceptance, this is why old people are the greatest I said to myself. At some point I simple walked off alone and headed down the road that edged along the water. As the temperature began to drop (more so than it already had, almost freezing) we picked up our things and began our ride back down to Leh.On the way back a Military jeep carrying a bunch of laughing idiots and some military personnel kept us from passing them, they were obviously having a good time with it, finally we passed them and a few painful hours later arrived back in the city, from there we set out for our dinner, and while walking around we ran into this total kook Aussie character, he simply walked in front of us cheerfully and starting chatting away about how "epic and holy" the Calzones were at the restaurant ahead of us. He looked us all deep in the eyes and said "you won't regret lads, I guarantee it!" and somewhat absentmindedly walked off towards whatever place he had come from. Unfortunatly the girls hadn't been there to witness this madman rave about his beloved Calzone, but we convincingly re-enacted the event quite well I thought.We walked around for a little while but obviously we couldn't live down the opportunity to test those calzones for ourselves, so we walked right back to the pizza oven the mad Aussie had told us about and took a table by the kitchen. Blake and I ordered the Cheese and Spinach Calzones while Vinay ordered some Rice dish I think. Our Meals came and went while Vinay waited for his to come, but by the time we finished ours his patience had run out and he had a talk with the waiter. Once his meal came the girls, who had been doing (girl stuff) whatever that means, up until now met back up with us at the pizza oven. They ordered chicken... but whatever they were served was definitely not chicken, so we all got up and went back to the Hotel, so much for the sworn divinity of the Calzone... Blake and I considered them mediocre at best. We got to our room and as always bundled up in our Sleeping bags, talked nonsense and fell rapidly asleep.