|Leh Palace with the mountains in the background|
I am finally writing about my Ladakh sketch travelogue. This was my second trip in 2022 which I have documented entirely through sketches. The original Ladakh trip was to be in April 2020 which had to be shelved because of the Covid lockdown. I attempted to travel in 2021 too, but there was a third wave of Covid so again that got cancelled.
Finally, in April 2022, Ladakh called me and I had a splendid 12-day trip. As pictures (in this case sketches) speak a thousand words, let me take you along on my wonderful journey.
|Passengers at Pune airport|
|View from the waiting lounge at Delhi airport|
|The magnificent Himalayan range on the Delhi-Leh flight.|
I am anyways grumpy when I don't get a window seat and today I was furious that after having paid extra for a window seat, my seat didn't have a window anyways I decided to make the best of it. I had some consolation that I had chosen the west side of the plane because on the east, the sun almost blinds you and you cannot enjoy the aerial view. I was right. Most people on the right side crowded on the west with their cameras. I started rapidly sketching but couldn't take a proper photo with the background and the sketch was also in a sleep-deprived state. Some more pictures of the aerial view. So magnificent our mountain ranges are!
|Thumbnails from the moving bus to Achinathang. Of barren, rugged almost lunar landscapes, weathered and fashioned by the wind and sun.|
|A village the other side of Achinathang across the river|
|Chorten in Achinathang|
|The lone apricot tree with blossoms in Achinathang|
Looked like I was not meant to visit Achinathang. As if the dirty homestay and lack of apricot blossoms weren't enough while waiting for the bus to Garkon, which was one and a half hours late, a shabby-looking old man annoyed me no end, by talking continuously and inviting me to his house and asking personal questions. I was mentally exhausted and was prepared to punch him if he crossed his limits.
|A bad sketch by a mentally exhausted me!|
The bus finally came and I breathed a huge sigh of relief. The bus meandered its way parallel to the turquoise Indus river.
|Thumbnails of the Indus river from a bus to Garkon|
I reached Garkon, the village of the Brokpa tribe. I have a separate detailed post about the Brokpa people which you can reach here.
|Outside the Payupa Guest house|
|Two young Brokpa girls in their traditional attire|
My hostess was very caring and made sure I had a heater in the room and extra warm blankets.
|An old traditional Ladakhi house|
|A profusion of apricot blossoms|
|Close up of apricot blossoms|
|A road in Temisgam lined with apricot blossoms with the snow-capped mountains in the background|
|I even had the luxury of drying my towel on a tree full of apricot blossoms|
|View below from Temisgam Gompa|
|Women shelling apricot kernels|
|A 500 yrs old Ladakhi house in Temisgam|
|On the upper floor|
|The prayer room|
|Ladakhi pasta called Chui-taki|
|My hostess gifted me a jar of apricot jam made by her.|
|Hand-made pasta shells which are then boiled in vegetable or meat soup|
|Bukhara at Temisgam|
|Bus drive from Temisgam to Leh|
|Thumbnail sketches of the road from Temisgam to Leh|
|Road to Leh|
|Himalayan ranges from Leh to Delhi|
|View from my hotel in Leh|