saw so many yaks
for the first time
in my life.
the pastoral nomads
who look after these yaks
inside their temporary settlement
we met Dolma who offered tea
and snacks as we opted
for just some warm water.
she said they had been there
for about two months now
and looked after 150 yaks
she also gave yak churpees
and asked us to visit again.
a little further from their place
we saw another yak herder
with his herd and
watched the yaks
cross the road.
legend has it that this temple was never inaugurated
because of a suicide that stopped all worship.
while we may not know what really happened
there are stories carved in its architecture
it is said that the language of stone surpasses
the language of man in this place.
Although the auto driver took us first to the State Museum,
we refused to enter because we did not have enough time
and state museums are often big disappointments.
So, we went to the tribal museum
and found ourselves wanting to spend the whole day there.
I like visiting book fairs/ festivals.
I’ve been to a few local, regional ones
but not the kinds where authors are rockstars
Ekmara Book festival was a treat for simple readers like myself.
It felt almost nostalgic to find old books that I loved while growing up.
Hardy Boys was my all time favorite.
I used to ask for Hardy Boys for Christmas,
for my birthday and any pocket money I had,
it went for buying Hardy Boys.
I had an almost full collection of Hardy Boys case files too.
It was nice to see some tribal tales as children’s books.
Ended up buying ten books
for extra luggage on the plane 😉