In the morning Aziz and I sat in his garden and ate breakfast of paratta, a fried egg, and chai. Brep could be seen as a patch of green in the distance, across the river, to the north. After breakfast we snacked on dried mulberries, small fresh apples, apricot stones (like almonds), and fresh mountain water, and discussed the route ahead with Aziz's neighbors (relatives). There was a scrawny chicken running around the yard. After a while it disappeared (and ended up in our lunch pot).
After lunch we retraced our journey of last night, back to Aziz's jeep. Then we headed north to Brep to deliver the door frames and ghee to a shop there. The shop keeper was also Aziz's relative. He had been on the Darkot Pass recently. When he saw some photos of our giant heavy breed horses, he explained how yaks had big flat feet to distribute their weight so they did not break the ice. He thought our horses would break the ice. Also the bridges were still washed out. The rivers at thsi time of year were 9 to 10 feet deep and had to be crossed by a rope strung over them. I've seen horses swim raging rivers in movies, but I wasn't so sure about getting our horses to jump in.