IN 1992 I MOVED to a small Himalayan village called Mashobra. Later that year, I began to travel to
the inner Himalayas, to the Buddhist-dominated regions of Kinnaur and Spiti. These places were very
far from Mashobra, but travel to them was easy and cheap: rickety buses that originated in the nearby
city of Simla went hundreds of miles, across high mountains and deep valleys, to a town near India’s
border with Tibet. I often went on these long journeys attracted by nothing more than a vague promise
of some great happiness awaiting me at the other end.
the inner Himalayas, to the Buddhist-dominated regions of Kinnaur and Spiti. These places were very
far from Mashobra, but travel to them was easy and cheap: rickety buses that originated in the nearby
city of Simla went hundreds of miles, across high mountains and deep valleys, to a town near India’s
border with Tibet. I often went on these long journeys attracted by nothing more than a vague promise
of some great happiness awaiting me at the other end.
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