September 18, 2015

Ladakh, almost summer - pt II

Travel is :

Waking up from the cold
Smoking my biri so fast it burns my tongue
Eating cherries on a northbound bus
Salted butter tea and life saving warm soup
Rolling on the floor laughing because of cheeky ladakhi girls
My sunburnt nose after a day in the mountains
Kids running down the slope, singing Jule Jule Jule
Buying apple juice in the morning and dividing it in four glasses
Feeling like crying, but no tears coming out
The ritual of smoking at dusk in our room
Falling down a rocky slope, and my blood on the stone
The smell my yak wool shawl leaves on my skin
Not enough days left. Never enough days left.

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