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.
The last time I was in Tingvong, a huge landslide had blocked the road
so I had to walk halfway and catch another jeep to get me out of Dzongu.
This time around, there was no to road to Tingvong.
The landslide and slope failure had eaten up the road
and a lake had been formed instead.
Houses were submerged,
and villagers were divided
between two sides of the lake.
The relief rations were being carried
by the local menfolk
as it was transported in rafts
along with those that needed to
get to the otherside.
The debris from a week ago was still afresh
and one could see the dusty windows
of the house where we used to have tea.
“It looks like a desert” somebody remarked.
The brown branches were gray
covered with thick layers
of silts that looked like white sands.
was at work
The landscape had changed
The road had turned to a lake
The road to Tingvong ceased to exist.
I don’t know when I will go to Tingvong next.