Showing posts with label Himachal Pradesh. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Himachal Pradesh. Show all posts

Friday, June 15, 2012

Thakur the statue in a hat

 Another person who wears the hat is this guy:
Thakur Sain Negi.

I found him presiding over the village center traffic circle and bus stop.
He wasn't getting a lot of attention there.

It seems he doesn't get a lot of attention anywhere.

The only information I can find is that he was a translator and scholar of Tibetan Buddhist texts.  But what his connection to the village is, I do not know.
I could read the Hindi...but I am feeling lazy.  Any one else wanna translate it for me so I can figure out why he's standing in the village wearing the hat?

July 26 UPDATE:

Help with reading the Hindi has revealed that he was born in one of the villages in the Kinnaur region.  Thus they claim him as one of their own.

Thursday, June 14, 2012

Village in the mountains

Once you travel up the thrilling mountain road,
you reach the village of Rekong Peo in Kinnaur.
Where the air is fresh, the people are few(er), and the weather is vastly cooler than on the plains.

Look, there's even empty space on the road.

It's like a whole other world out there.

Wednesday, June 13, 2012

Mountain road

There's a road up into the mountains where my friends live that takes eight to ten hours to drive.
It's a beautiful view along the way:  mountains, valleys, rivers, waterfalls.


Before I left to start on the journey to her home, my friend described the road like this:  "First, there are 3 to 4 hours of winding, mountain roads.  Then there are 3 to 4 hours of nice, smooth roads.  Then there are 2 to 3 hours of terror."
Okay, I thought as we drove along, winding roads--check.  Not too bad.  No car sickness.
Smooth roads--check.  Not bad, either.
Terror?  She must be exaggerating to over-prepare me, right?  This isn't so bad.
Well, then I saw what she was talking about.
Construction along the road doesn't stop the traffic from going through--the mountain road is the only way through, so through we must go.

Some day maybe the construction will all be finished.
Maybe.
And it's a beautiful drive if you ever have opportunity to travel it.