Ladakh in January was the first trip of 2016 and was really special to me. I went on a FAM trip with the Grand Dragon Ladakh. I have been on a few trips since. And it is usually the most recent trip that dominates the mind space!
So I am going down the memory lane to see what comes out from the top of the head when I think of Ladakh in Winter.
My nostrils would hurt from the effort to breathe at the high altitude.
The first few nights I would wake up every few hours. It was only the last night that I slept through without waking up.
I was so scared of cold before going on the trip but I managed fine!
To me it felt insane to sit out for bonfire when the temperatures were in minus. But with fire and heaters I actually enjoyed it.
I was scared that I would find it unbearably cold to sit and watch Spituk Gustor Festival. It was a sunny day and I did just fine!
I loved the feeling of having Ladakh to myself. At Lamayuru, they opened the monastery just for us, there was otherwise not a single tourist around!
I warmly remember the hospitality of Danish and his team. The home cooked dishes and Chang (and that is not the beer but the local brew) were just awesome!
I saw a frozen waterfall for the second time in my life!
I wore a Ladakhi dress for a photo opportunity!
I loved the fact that the vehicles had heaters!
I think I can do an high altitude winter trip again!
I loved the fact that the room I stayed in was heated.
I have to close my eyes and I can see those majestic mountains again!
I wonder if it is only me, or it happens to others too that only fragments of a trip remain, unless I go back and read my posts or watch the video!