My brother Andi and me spent about a month in India and Nepal. To avoid monsoons, after landing in New Delhi, we spent some time in Leh. Leh is the capital of Ladakh, a region in the Indian state of Jammu and Kashmir by the Himalaya. Later we visited Jaipur and Agra.

Ladakh hosts a plethora of Buddhist monasteries (Gompas), some of which we visited. These are some pictures taken along the way.

Some funny street signs, while we were driving through high mountains to reach the Gompas. The weather in Ladakh is very dry, basically desert-like, so stones were falling from the mountains every now and then. Also, the passes were really high (“Ladakh” actually means “land of high passes”)

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One day we reached the possibly farthest Gompa ever and met these two Ladakhian beauties.


During our time in Leh, we stayed in a real Ladakhi house made of mud. The toilet was a whole in the ground and we used to wash from a water hose. In this we were really lucky. Here is a picture of some friends we made in Leh. We sometimes had long discussions about philosophy and cultural differences in front of wonderful Paneer.


One day we passed Khardungla Pass to get to Diskit in Nubra Valley. Khardungla is one of the highest motorable passes in the world, at about 55360m. Here are some pictures from the pass.


Leh is in the middle of the green area. This is one of the most serene and meditative places I have ever been to.

IMG_2016Just after this serene view, our car had a flat tire. This is my state of mind while waiting for someone with a spare tire to drive by:


Nubra Valley. Reading about Indian history with Andi, while drinking Masala chai.


In Jaipur, coming back from the Monkey Temple, we crossed paths with these colourful women. The Monkey temple looked very much like I imagine the Monkey Temple in the Jungle Book by R. Kipling.


I wish the world would be as bold as these women.


This was just some moments after taking the picture above.


In Jaipur, where we were visiting the City Palace: details of doors.

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One thought on “INDIA

  1. I wish you had dropped a comment on the traffic on the Indian passes, and, more importantly, on the induction to meditation of the long, solitary and silent (for breathing reasons) walks up the Indian hills, and about the considerations on the difference between walking towards a destination, concentrating on the efficiency of the path, or making the path itself the goal of your walk.


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