Friday, June 29, 2007
Vashist & Whiskey With Indian Tourists
Photos of the walk to Vashist
The waterfall, which had an upper and lower part, was beautiful. At the upper part I was approached by a holy man who talked to me for awhile before aggressively trying to sell me marijuana. At this point I headed to the lower part where I came upon half a dozen Indian men swimming in their underwear. After taking some pictures (of the waterfall, not the men) I headed back to the village.
Photos of the waterfall
On the way back to the village I chatted with the Indian guys, who were college-aged tourists from a suburb of Delhi. When they offered me a ride to Manali I obliged.
Upon arriving in Manali I mentioned I was heading back to old Manali for dinner and a beer, and they said I was welcome to join them for food and drink. The rest of the night went a little different then expected. Instead of eating and getting a beer at a restaurant we ended up sitting in a circle on their bed, talking about women, eating spicy chicken and drinking cheap Indian whiskey mixed with water.
The night ended with the guys walking me back to Old Manali where I hospitably invited them in to my guest house room where we shared a few beers and looked at pictures of my friends and family. Friends and family should be pleased (or scared) to know that a few of the guys took photos of my photos on their camera phones and thus many of you will forever be saved on some random Indian guys' phones.
Photos of the debauchery
Tuesday, June 26, 2007
Leh - Manali Highway
Earlier this week I took a 20-hour jeep ride from Leh to Manali. Their were 10 people (I was the only non-Indian) in a jeep that was made for 7, so it was uncomfortable. Despite, the discomcomfort, or perhaps because of it, it was a ride I will never forgot. The scenery was stunning, and the road was terrifying. The road was rarely more then 1 lane wide and was on the edge of a mountain atleast 75% of the time. This does not stop drivers from passing each other, driving fast, and speeding around blind turns.
Highlights (and lowlights) of the trip include:
1 - Singing Hotel California with the non-English speaking driver (who somehow knew, and loved Hotel California) at 4am, while the sun rose, as passed over the 2nd highest motorable pass on earth.
2 - The drivers friend driving off with our keys and stranding us at a desolate high-altitude camp site. We were told we would likely be stranded their for 2 days. This is the amount of time it takes for the guy to get to Manali, hand off the keys, and have someone else bring them back.
3 - Learning how to hot wire and Indian jeep so that we could continue on from the desolate high-altitude camp site.
4 - Taking care of business (pooping) above a rocky ledge so that people could not see me. As soon as I assumed the position I hear a deafening noise and am suddenly feet away from a thundering herd of tibetan antelope, or chiru (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tibetan_antelope) . No pictures because of my compromising position, but the sight was really amazing.
5 - The jeep breaking down just 40 km outside of Manali. Tinkering with it for a few hours before finnally getting it working.
Below is a link to photos from the highway. Most were taken from the moving jeep.
http://picasaweb.google.com/dproyer/LehManaliHighway
Monday, June 25, 2007
Tikse Gompa
The Gompa
Prayer Wheel
Buddha
View From The Gompa
Thursday, June 21, 2007
Leh
I arrived in Leh 2 weeks ago, and I feel it is finally time to move on. I had a great time in Leh, thanks partly to my great guesthouse. If anyone is ever in Leh, I suggest they stay in Magsoom Guesthouse. The family is friendly, the food is delicious, the facilities are clean, and the views are inspiring.
Tuesday, June 19, 2007
Nubra Valley
The Nubra Valley was one of the most wonderful places I have been. The valley was beautiful. It had diverse landscapes, ranging from desserts to forests, surrounded by bare, towering Himalayan mountains. The quaint towns seemed to have more donkeys, cows, goats, and yaks, then they did people.
The people that lived in the Nubra Valley were very charming. Everyone you would see on the street would cheerfully say 'Joolay!' (which means hello, goodbye, thank you, and please in Ladkhi) as you walked by them. The local kids, who were adorable, shyly requested high fives. The fact the valley has electric power only 3 hours a day, little outside communication, and limited food choices, was easily overshadowed by the amazing landscape and people.
Below are some pictures (w/ captions) of my trip to the Nubra Valley:
The bus we took to the Nubra Valley.
On the bus.
Eating dinner at our guest house.
Hot spring up in the mountains. The water must have been at least 110 degrees.
Teacup lake. A lake in a rocky hill, next to the river bed.
Views from the Diskit Gompa.
Other photos from the valley.
Waiting for the bus in Diskit.
The jeep ride back to Leh.
Khardung La - The highest motorable road in the world @ 18380 feet.