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Ladakh: Leh Town – I

Much before I begun the journey to Ladakh, I already had a mental picture of the way Leh would look. I create such imagery in my mind about the places I long to visit – something worth doing when you can’t get there any soon! I have had such images of Rishikesh once, which eventually did not quite fit my imagination. I still keep thinking how Leh and rest of Ladakh would look in winter – it is something I would like to see and experience. I tend to drift often imagining of the landscapes of Scandinavia, of Bayon temple in Cambodia, the Mekong Delta in Vietnam, Yukon province in Canada, the penguin infested Antartica, rain forests of Namdhapa, vast waters of Amazon, foggy peaks in the Andes, arid planes of the Tibetan plateau, the Andamans, Orccha, Kabini,..  It would be a shame to see the list ending. It never will.

shanti stupa, leh

Shanti Stupa is visible from every corner of Leh Town

Coming back to the Leh of my imagination, I can’t point a source that helped build my concepts. It could be a few mountain stories that I read, pictures brought back by travellers, the romanticization of Tibetan Buddhism and culture, or the shangrila dream that makes people journey into these mountains. My Leh was so dreamy and picturesque that it could not have been real. And it did turn out that way.

My Leh was a small place, not more than a kilometer from end to end, despite being the largest town in Ladakh. But that single kilometer would be a traverse through several ups and downs and walking it would mean a lot of time and effort in the thin mountain air. Population would be sparse, with just a few people on the road – an equal mix of travellers and locals. Travellers from the west, mostly. The locals on the street would be elderly Buddhist, which you could tell from their traditional attire, wrinkled mongoloid faces and the prayer wheel constantly turning in their hands. Those compassionate Buddhists would walk gently up and down the slope with no worries of tomorrow or no hurries of today, and would smile and nod affectionately when eyes meet. A few houses would be jutting out from the steep mountain slopes, Leh Palace being the dominant of them. Just out of the town and you would already come face to face with the desert-like moonscapes that Ladakh is known for. Indus would be flowing furiously somewhere deep in a valley, a narrow strip of greenery spread on either side of it. Life would move slow, easy and happy. There would be murmurs of some chantings early in the morning as the monks would assemble for prayers at a monastery perched high on a crag. There would be an air of mystery to everything, and awe me, the tourist (traveller, if you please) on arrival.

leh antique shop

Tourists looking for things to take back home!

The real Leh, obviously did not fit well into the imaginary one. The first disappointment comes much before arriving at Leh. Its suburbs – typical of any Indian town seeing its boom days – begin much before the town makes an appearance. Choglamsar, an extension of Leh upstream of Indus is an ugly sprawl spreading sloppily along the highway. It is quickly evident that Leh is not a little pictureque hamlet that welcomes the tired traveller and makes him feel at home. It is just another urban expanse that takes advantage of the wide plains on the bank of Indus – a rarety in the mountain landscape of Ladakh.

The town is packed with travel services that has been the prime money maker for it’s people for many centuries. Historically, Leh was supported by the merchants who wandered between Tibet, Xinjiang and Kashmir. It is now the tourists who come in search of novelty from every part of the world. The main market, rather small stretch of road for the size of the town and its suburbs, is all about keeping the tourist comfortable. There are trekking and travel agencies, souvenir shops and restaurants that offer ‘palace view’. Extending to the north of the market are long lines of hotels and guest houses that never seem to end. I had my first warnings about Leh being a tourist trap when I read Pico Iyer writing about Leh as a place where you may “learn ‘traditional Thai massage’ on the streets of Leh, dine at a Korean restaurant called Amego”, but I was too comfortable in my dreams to heed to those warnings. The Leh in my dreams was how I decided to keep it, at least till the time comes when I see it.

But not everything is in the negative. Hidden just west of the market, no more than a ten minute walk is a glimpse of the old Ladakhi Village that has kept some hints of its past. The traditionally managed fields of barley and potato in Sankar Village are a green expanse with water channels and walkways crisscrossing them. Elderly men in goncha (traditional Ladakhi dress) are occasionally seen diverting water into their fields. It takes a longer walk to see a house or two built in Ladakhi style, but the quiet lanes on the way make it worth the effort.

In the direction opposite to Sankar, just below the main market, the old merges with the new. Departmental stores, internet centers and souvenir shops occupy the buildings, while women in traditional clothes sit on the footpath, yapping among them and selling apricots and carrots from their garden. A 100m away further east of this market, old men keep themselves busy turning prayer wheels while awaiting customers for their piles of dried apricots and other nuts. Hidden right in the main market, behind a small array of shops is the Soma Gompa – the prime monastery in Leh where men and women assemble in the morning to listen to the prayers from an assembly of monks. But it is modern Leh that dominates the scene, the old town hiding quietly behind it.

Sankar Village near Leh

The fields of Sankar Village are just a 10-minute walk from the main market

Yet, the most dominating structure in the town-center does not belong to any of the hotels or tour companies. It is the four hundred year old palace built by King Sengge Namgyal. Further, looming large far away on the mountains are the beacons that stay in view from every part of the town – the Shanti Stupa to the north and Tsemo monastery to the south. Leh itsels is sandwiched on a plateau between the hills holding these structures. To the west are the hills of Ladakh ranges that host Khardung la, much publicised as the highest motorable pass in the world. And to the east is River Indus that flows in a wide valley amidst plenty of greenery from the fields of hardworking Ladakhi farmers. Unlike the Indus in my imagination that ran fast and furious in a narrow valley, the river here flows gently through a wide plain, irrigating the barley fields along its bank. Past the river are mountains of Zanskar ranges that stand taller than the Khardung la, the peak of Stok Kangri dominating them all.

Even when Leh did not fit my imagination, it effortlessly put me in an awe. The views from Shanthi Stupa are the most memorable of what Leh had to offer me. The arid mountains dominated the landscape, with the Oasis of Leh lying in a trough in the Indus Valley. I stayed put in Leh for more than a week, before making a lethargic attempt to explore deeper parts of Ladakh.

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