Spiti Valley Day 2: Reckong Peo I woke up to the sound of thunder in the middle of the night. My worst fear was coming to life. The fear of a bad weather. There was a huge jam on NH – 22 because of the heavy rains. I calmed myself down thinking there is nothing that I can do except sleep off the night. And that’s exactly what I did. It was close to 6 in the morning and the breeze had a sweet chill of November. I pulled down the blanket covering my face and the smell of pine cones and apples filled my nostrils. We were passing through the apple orchids of Narkanda. By that time, half of the bus was empty. Most of the people got down at Shimla. I slid the glass to open the window. I was with the Himalayas now. The mountains around me…

The Road to Pangong

 – Guest post by Tanya Sangoi It was the morning of 6th July which was coincidentally the birthday of His Holiness, the Dalai Lama. As most of the people flocked to the Diskit monastery where he would be delivering teachings,…