Kanji! The road here made some miracles in the last few years. I came here by motorbike (randomly exploring the valleys with no precise direction) in 2016, eight years ago, when a dirt road was just being built. Kanji was very small and very remote. Now there is a metal bridge and a big antenna, and a couple of cars. But still no shop and just one homestay, close.
Luckily we met the same person i met in 2016, who offered us a place to sleep. His family holds the keys of a small but ancient little gompa with Buddhist painting from the XVI century - amazing to be back!