Experience: Stay at Khaltse

The travel from Kargil onwards had turned into a great ride with sunshine warming our hearts and minds. After being nearly frozen while riding from Dass to Kargil, the sun was welcome more than ever! We had reached Khaltse, a small town at well beyond sleeping time. Luckily we found a small restaurant open, asked for a guest house and found one nearby… the owners were awake too! First thing, we settled in then had dal-rice and eggs.

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We inquired if thukpa soup was available, sadly it wasn’t at that time. It had to wait another day.

After arranging bed and dinner, everyone was looking forward to offloading the processed food we were carrying inside ourselves! Uh… yes, that part was still to be finished. Shrenik was the first one to get the culture shock ;-) He was in a hurry, nearly ran out and in moments, ran back to the room with a worried look he declared “I can’t do this!”

Apparently, the local toilets are pretty uninviting. A fact we were all to find out and come to terms with. Anyway, a separate post on that is already drafted… ;-)

So the sun rose again next morning, so did we rise and shine. Met the house owner’s kids, a very friendly bunch. One of them is a Lama. We played a bit, chatted for a while…

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In some time they were all over our stuff!

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(Yes, that’s Yogesh trying to wear a kid’s tiny cap…)

We were joined by their grandmother who asked if we wanted to buy dried apricots. She gave us a handful of the tasty fruits each… of course we were buying a whole kilogram each! Don’t ask how we managed to add another four kilograms on our already overloaded motorcycles.
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And a pic of the kids…
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Mommy and her doll…
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After the shoot, we were invited for a chai with the family. Spent a good half an hour talking about each other’s cultures and how the Ladakhi people make a living when none of them have “jobs” as such. It’s us… the tourists and travelers who bring in the money. The dry fruits are a major trade for this family. Saw the men were busy making wooden windows and door frames for extension of their house. Women and young children farming along side the husbands and fathers. What a hardworking people!

I have much respect for them… especially because wherever we went in Ladakh, we saw women taking care of business and money while men were sweating it out in workshops and farms. Kudos! You got that figured out pretty good!

We were to leave soon, Leh was just under a hundred kilometers away!

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Can be found in a small apartment writing Python code and drinking large amounts of chai.

Photographs the world around him out of sheer curiosity and appreciation of beauty.

When AWOL, has been spotted by people from far off lands riding his motorcycle into the horizon.

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