Ladakh had been always an elusive destination for me, Numerous travel plans tumbled at various stages, Innumerable travelogues drooled upon, Ladakh remained a distant dream.
Ladakh.
The land of high passes.
The land of highest airport in India.
The land of highest motorable road,
And I remained stubborn on over landing or never.
It was a post lunch short stroll scroll in Instagram when something about Ladakh caught my attention. Photowalk Dubai by @wayeyesee aka Subodh Shetty was organizing a photography expedition to Ladakh. Five days of photography workshop in frozen Leh to shoot Monasteries, People, Spitik Gompor Festival, Portrait, candid, landscape, Astrophotography, mentored by a revolutionary photographer.
Thus six of us strangers with one passion, sat around a table, with sheesha for the brave lungs, and tea and coffee for the faint lungs, packed our bags, armed with cameras and lenses courtesy of Nikon.
Off I go, in an Indigo,
Heed to the call of mountains,
A dream cherished for long.
We all met again at Delhi arriving in different airlines, bought all the Diamox available at the pharmacy, and boarded last leg of the journey. To the highest airport in India
Flight was packed, and had to settle in for the aisle seat. Eagerly waiting for vistas to change, over a light sandwich and straining on to the window, watching those mighty mountains.
Between, photos, selfies and videos for ‘books and ‘grams, the bird touched down with a customary jolt. Finally stepping on to that land so elusive, and that whiff of cold air on the face so exhilarative.
Set foot on the soil that was yearned for years,
With that one selfie at the airport, for the album,
Wearing a smile that so blissful.
Day 1
Our stay was booked at Zen Ladakh. A nice hotel considering the region’s geographical challenges. Checked in and treated ourselves to a sumptuous breakfast. Rest was planned for rest of the day. Caught up on some sleep and was woken up by hunger.
Meeting others over the lunch, the shutterbug bite couldn’t wait and summoned up the chauffer for a drive around and he agrees to be host for the evening.
Ushered into a Ladakhi home, with a fireplace to keep us warm, tea and biscuits follow which we so glad to savor, hosts so friendly and children so cheerful, it was time for the cameras to come out of bags.
Hot butter tea for the tired traveller
Cookies that go with the tea
Hosts were so glad to pose for us, adorned in traditional costumes, so beautiful were the headgears, made of precious stones. These are passed on to generations and worn during special functions like wedding, festivals etc. I am told that these headgears are like gold ornaments of the south to them.
Ladakhi woman with her beautiful head attire decorated with stones and traditional ornaments.
The head gear weighs as much as two kilos.
Ladakhi woman in her traditional attire with simple ornaments.
Another young lady in her traditional rich attire wearing beautifully crafted traditional ornaments.
Boy was very happy to be clicked.
A pretty face who was eager to pose for her photo beside her to be demolished old house.
During the chitchat, the eldest of the family raised his concerns about global warming when asked about the snowfall. Over the years, snowfall had been reducing and this year was the lowest with no snowfall in the village. Even a village dweller was talking about global warming which some of the world leaders are reluctant to acknowledge!
As the evening set in, the temperature dipped rapidly, and we thanked the family and bid farewell. Tired from the flight and not having enough rest for acclimatisation started showing on me and wanted to crash for the day. But we had other plans.
Frozen streams once irrigated the land.
Immediately after dinner of hot and spicy noodles and soup, we moved on to Shey monastery for astrophotography. It was freezing cold and temperature must have been in -10s. But it was truly an experience to see those celestial objects with naked eye and to capture them on camera.
After spending about an hour, we called it a day, as no one of us was able to bear the cold.
Day 2
Next day started off slowly. With a breakfast of wonderful pancakes with honey and omlettes, we headed on to Hemis Monastery.
Stopped on the way to experience snow. First time in the life for this quadragenarian.
A thin layer of snow.
Frozen river
Our mentor @wayeyesee trying a chadar trek....
Frozen Indus river with backdrop of Stakna Monastery
The Hemis monastery hostel on the way was literally empty as the younger monks were on vacation. At the monastery, it was quiet. Most of the monks were on vacation and there were hardly any tourists.
Entrance to Hemis Monastery
Eldest monk who keep the lamp lit always.
Fetching water for the kitchen
Monks were carrying water for own needs and for kitchen. Felt guilty for cribbing in the morning about the faulty shower mixer at the hotel washroom, which had a mind of its own in regulating hot and cold water.
Rest in between
Typical bridge decorated with prayer flags. Stop for a customary photo session. Our chauffer posing for a photo.
Next stop, pet puja. Hunger served with some hot momos / dumplings at a wayside eatery.
Frames, framed. Our host for the lunch.
This boy was happy to be clicked. Scar on the face from a fight with his siblings.
Thikse monastery was up next. Walking up the hill was a huge effort since I was gaping for breath. Nevertheless made up to the top and to the temple upstairs.
Window to freedom
View from the monastery.
With that we called it a day.