I have been to Spiti several times and have seen most of the places there are to see in the valley. I have traveled on the circuit in the traditional way, from Shimla to Manali that is. And then I did it the other way around as well, just to see and experience Spiti in a different way. I have seen the lush green of the valleys of Kullu, Kinnaur, Sangla and Manali. And then I have seen the brown of the barren of Spiti. I have experienced Spiti on the two wheels of my Royal Enfield few times and then once on the four wheels of a friend's Safari. I have ridden and driven on the smooth roads of Shimla and Narkanda. And then I have struggled on the nightmare of a road between Manali and Kaza. I have seen that dead monk sitting in the small village of Giu; where he has remained for last 500 years. I have dined at that dhaba at Chitkul that reads "Hindustan ka Aakhri Dhaba" and I have also had maggie and chaai at "Chacha ka Dhaba" at Batal. I have crossed numerous water streams numerous times. I have experienced that magic called Chandratal and have circled around it. I have seen those waterfalls, and those famed snow walls. I have crossed Kunzum and I have crossed Rohtang. But no matter how many times you do all these things, no matter how many times you go here, Spiti is still a magic that will never get old. No matter how many times you have seen all of it, when someone asks you, "Do you want to go to Spiti?", Your answer will always be a YES. That is what Spiti does to you. That is what Spiti did to me.