India Part IV
Our final destination in India was to the high Himalayan region of Ladakh.
Also known as “Little Tibet” it sits only about 45 miles from the border of Tibet and is made up of mostly Ladakhis and Tibetan refugees. The capital city of Leh sits at 12,000 ft., which is a nice little shock coming from sea level and polluted air of Delhi. I found my self-gasping for air as if I was a 2 pack a day smoker half way through the Boston Marathon.
Ladakh itself is something else; there are beautiful thousand-year-old Monasteries perched on top of little cliffs all over the Indus valley, which Leh sits in. Being in Ladakh truly felt like being back in Tibet, with yak butter candles burning in the monasteries, beautiful blue skies and terrain that looks like Mars. The flight into Leh brings you over some huge sections of the Himalayas and has to be one of the most spectacular flights there is.
We did however go up there in Mid-April, thinking that it might be a little cold but clear skies, instead we were welcomed by a few inches of snow and temperatures in the mid 20’s. That also got a little frigid on our 150 km Vespa ride to Lamayuru over several 14,000 ft. passes. Claire and I let Matty talk us into the whole endeavor and it ended up being beautiful, cold, painful and cold. The ride itself was spectacular but freezing, my knock off North Face jacket was not doing much. We hired an “expert” mechanic to come with us incase of a serious problem but instead he pretty much created the only serious problem that we had. While riding home on our final day there was some freezing rain dropping and the guy decided to gun it on a piece of road that was transitioning from pavement to gravel. Needless to say, Claire who was riding on the back of his bike felt the brunt of it when she was thrown of the back and skid on the left knee for a good 10 yards. Luckily she wasn’t hurt too bad, but she may have a nice little scar to remind her of our lovely Vespa ride through the Himalayas.
Our last day was also the day that the Chinese torch was going to be ran through Delhi, the capital of all of India which also meant there were going to be some huge protests. The people of Leh had a huge Free Tibet rally which was moving to say the least. I have never been a part of something where so many people expressed so much passion and anger for the lose of their homeland, really inspiring.
All in all Ladakh was beautiful, again another place that I would have loved to have spent more time, but with the schedule that I set it’s just not possible. Maybe someday I’ll actually slow my trips down to a more human pace….. Nah.
Next stop… The Philippines!





























Also known as “Little Tibet” it sits only about 45 miles from the border of Tibet and is made up of mostly Ladakhis and Tibetan refugees. The capital city of Leh sits at 12,000 ft., which is a nice little shock coming from sea level and polluted air of Delhi. I found my self-gasping for air as if I was a 2 pack a day smoker half way through the Boston Marathon.
Ladakh itself is something else; there are beautiful thousand-year-old Monasteries perched on top of little cliffs all over the Indus valley, which Leh sits in. Being in Ladakh truly felt like being back in Tibet, with yak butter candles burning in the monasteries, beautiful blue skies and terrain that looks like Mars. The flight into Leh brings you over some huge sections of the Himalayas and has to be one of the most spectacular flights there is.
We did however go up there in Mid-April, thinking that it might be a little cold but clear skies, instead we were welcomed by a few inches of snow and temperatures in the mid 20’s. That also got a little frigid on our 150 km Vespa ride to Lamayuru over several 14,000 ft. passes. Claire and I let Matty talk us into the whole endeavor and it ended up being beautiful, cold, painful and cold. The ride itself was spectacular but freezing, my knock off North Face jacket was not doing much. We hired an “expert” mechanic to come with us incase of a serious problem but instead he pretty much created the only serious problem that we had. While riding home on our final day there was some freezing rain dropping and the guy decided to gun it on a piece of road that was transitioning from pavement to gravel. Needless to say, Claire who was riding on the back of his bike felt the brunt of it when she was thrown of the back and skid on the left knee for a good 10 yards. Luckily she wasn’t hurt too bad, but she may have a nice little scar to remind her of our lovely Vespa ride through the Himalayas.
Our last day was also the day that the Chinese torch was going to be ran through Delhi, the capital of all of India which also meant there were going to be some huge protests. The people of Leh had a huge Free Tibet rally which was moving to say the least. I have never been a part of something where so many people expressed so much passion and anger for the lose of their homeland, really inspiring.
All in all Ladakh was beautiful, again another place that I would have loved to have spent more time, but with the schedule that I set it’s just not possible. Maybe someday I’ll actually slow my trips down to a more human pace….. Nah.
Next stop… The Philippines!



















































































