And another year...too many memories, so many trekkers, and all very happy...here are some pics, and some words soon...above the Zanskar staff in Leh, Lobsang II, Stanzin & Norbu
Joel
Summer
To spend an afternoon in neraks or yelchung in august is to taste a little piece of himalayan heaven: between the two is the zanskar gorge spanned by a rickety bridge, and just four hours walking: both still are locked into the cycle of the seasons, and in august we camped among drying peas, ripening barley all around, and the scent of coriander and mint scented the air as we shaded with our tea and books from the fierce afternoon sun under willow and poplar...by mid afternoon with the sun on the retreat the fields are busy,and a walk along irrigation ditches reveals snapshots of a day; in the shade of the greenhouse picnic flasks of tea and tsampa spilt around where they sheltered for their lunchtime: a toddler left among a patch of peas that he chews the afternoon away with, and winter gonchas spread scarecrow like on balconies to dry in this all to short summer. A hoopoe, the classic sign of zanskari summer, swoops to snatch up stray crumbs from lunch, and all that is left to do is to climb to the village gompa with its centuries faded ochres and whites, and watch the sunlight filter through the airborne dust kicked up by, among others, our trekkers feet, illuminate the zanskar gorges, and reflect that this is an easy place to love.
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