"Finding Peace in a
Himalayan Hideaway"
-- By Michael Fathers. Time Magazine,
Travel Watch, November 27, 2000.
Well his niece isn't officially the queen because royal titles aren't
allowed in India anymore. But she is married to the man who would
otherwise be king of Ladakh, the tiny Buddhist state at the northern
tip of the mountains and glaciers between China and Pakistan.
Ladakh is that sort of place. There are, after all, only 20,000
people in Leh, the capital, and not many more outside it. Phunchok
Wangchuk, the uncle of the "queen" runs a cozy family hotel, the
Shambha-La set in an apple orchard 1 kim outside Leh.
Pangong
Tso Lake
Ladakh is
a silent, blissful place of thin air and magical geological shapes,
its landscape marked by soft, burned colors and purple shadows.
Curiously, it boasts an intimacy that belies the rugged 4,000-m
to
6,500-m peaks that surround the former kingdom. Even the mighty
Indus River, which cuts across the high valleys and through the
mountain gorges, can look almost like a stream when viewed from
the hilltop monasteries. The brochures call Ladakh "Little Tibet".
The two alpine regions are much the same, from the monasteries
on the hills to the people's common features. But Ladakh is preferable
in many ways. Tibet is much larger and can be so stiff and regimented.
One feels at ease in Ladakh. The atmosphere is casual and friendly,
and the people set their own pace.
September is the best month to visit. By harvest time, most tourists
have come and gone. Hotels that were chock a block in July and
August are empty come fall, and discounts are easy to find. The
sky is an electric blue. The days are warm, the nights cool. In
the river valleys, as if in some tableau from a willow-pattern
plate, farmers carry ricks and winnow grain among trees laden
with ripe fruit, simple plank bridges and quaint houses with flat
roofs stacked with hay.
From October the high mountain passes into this once isolated
land are snowed over, and the hotels put up their shutters. Those
residents who can afford it have moved to the lower, more hospitable
hills or to the plains of India. Those left behind hunker down
until spring, when the tourists begin to return.
Most visitors fly to Ladakh from New Delhi, only 80 min. away
and remain in Leh for a couple of days to adjust to the altitude.
Adventurers can buy second hand Enfield motorbikes for around
$ 800 and cruise to Leh from Manali, the backpackers junction
in the Himalayan foothills, in three days. Sharp travelers will
fly to Srinagar in Kashmir first and spend a few days on a houseboat
relaxing amid the lotus gardens watching kingfishers flit from
stem to stem. It is a bucolic experience, as long as you are not
fearful of the insurgency that rumbles in Kashmir. You should
be aware of possible danger, but the pleasure of being on a houseboat
on a pristine lake far outweighs the fear. From Srinagar it is
a 45-min. flight to Leh over some of the finest mountain scenery
in the world - but there is only one flight a week, on Sunday.