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Kaza to Pin Valley
Pin Valley, our next destination from Kaza, was a cold desert known for its picturesque beauty, and also unique vegetation, and wildlife. It is a 50 Km long drive from Kaza to Mudh (via Mikkim village), latter being the last village in Pin Valley. It takes around two hours to get there, venturing deeper into the regions of the Himalayan range. We took much more than two hours unable to stop ourselves from ogling at the splendor that unraveled itself as we went ahead. Who knew our own country had such unscathed beauty that was kept from human tyranny in the most natural ways?
From Kaza to Mudh
Velvety undulating mountain surfaces with a yellow-green sheen from glistening rays of the sun, alternated with patches of shadow from the cotton-white clouds. The mountains changed form as we went ahead, with sharp sediments running horizontal, vertical and in loops, appearing as if they were marked by fingerprints, probably by God himself!
Passing through the Himalayas
We went alongside the Spiti river, and then the Pin river, all the way to Mudh, with little traces of human life found intermittently. Just as we entered, a rickety bridge with colourful fluttering prayer flags welcomed us, tempting me to hop on to it. I must admit, it was a bit unnerving to be swinging on interlocked pieces of wood with ropes on either side above a gushing river.
Bridge to Tailing Village
As we moved ahead, the river parted ways from the road; it went along the gorge, towards the mountains, where it belonged, as if bidding us goodbye. We were now surrounded by vibrant pea fields that added to the beauty of the landscape.
We reached our destination just in time for lunch. We halted at the most easily accessible-Tara Café, where the tables were laid out on the outside to view the beauty we were amidst. As we waited for our hot Thukpas to be prepared by the mom-daughter duo who were the chefs-cum-waiters-cum-managers, we heard the clanging noise of a school bell followed by buzzing and scattering preschoolers wrapped in their teeny warm jumpers. They were out on their lunch break, some walking back home and some waiting with their plates for their teacher to serve them food.
Pin Valley
After our meal, we went out for a short walk, all the way to the other end of the street. Hopping over small rocks to keep our feet from getting wet, we reached a small stream around the corner, which was trickling from a glacier above. We met the local kids along the way, some shying away and some eager to talk to the tourists, anticipating chocolates in return. A pattern of behaviour, probably reinforced by most of the tourists visiting the place. For the rest of the day, we walked through the fields as far as we could go, in between the local houses, clicking pictures and enjoying the moment.
Pin river flowing away from Mudh
Mudh Village
We spent more time in the café before we headed back, savouring the special Tibetan butter tea, which turned out to be salty. I wanted to experience how a homegrown must feel, sipping a cup of steaming local tea in the village of Mudh, right in the heart of the Himalayas. And isn’t that, what travelling is all about?
Do share your experiences and thoughts below if you’ve been here or are planning to visit.
Tibetan Butter Tea at the cafe
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