Leh - in the lap of the Himalayas

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Spiritual experiences are God's way of letting us know of His divine presence- H.H. Dr. Athavale

A trip to Leh, the land of high passes, literally fell into my lap. How could I refuse? I knew next to nothing about the region and this was as good a time as any to find out.

Leh is a spiritual experience. Much of this beautiful region is untouched by the modern world, one feels the connect with Nature. Leh's beauty lies in the starkness and barrenness of the mountainous landscape. All your senses absorb the physical parameters and you feel welcomed and embraced by the very air that you breathe.


We were a group of 13 and all of us wanted window seats on the morning flight from Delhi to Leh. The excitement in the plane was so palpable when the first peaks of the majestic, rugged, snow covered peaks of the Himalayas came into view. All too soon, we landed at Kushok Bakula Rimpochhe airport; the cold weather was a welcome change from the heat of Chennai and Delhi, or so we thought!

Leh sits at an altitude of 3500 meters. It's a small town and incredibly dusty. There was plenty of construction work going on, both of roads and buildings. I guess in 10 years from now, the place and the pace of life would be unrecognisable.

The Grand Willows Hotel 

Our ambitiously named hotel, Grand Willows, had lots of poplar trees around. There was a little garden in the courtyard with cane chairs under the shade of beach umbrellas. It was about then that the cold hit us and sent us rummaging through suitcases for jackets and woollens. The little courtyard was flooded with sunlight. We flopped down on the chairs and  gazed at the snow capped mountains. In Leh, the mountains are everywhere.

We had been given rooms on the first floor and when we started climbing the stairs, we realised how difficult it was to breathe. We had been warned not to exert ourselves the first day. Forget exerting, breathing itself was tiring.

Our hotel was situated on Fort Road, a narrow road with shops and bakeries on either side. The stores sold Kashmiri shawls, trinkets, woollen clothes and other handicrafts.

Our first local sight seeing trip was to Shanti Stupa and the nearby monastery in Changspa village. Situated 5 kms from Leh town, every turn we took on the mountain roads afforded a facet of the pristine white stupa which stood like a sentinel. The stupa was on two levels and the reliefs on the upper level depicted Lord Buddha's birth, death and his defeat of evil during meditation. The stupa was built jointly by Japanese and Ladakh Buddhists to promote world peace.

Inside the monastery, Shanti stupa 

The view from the stupa



This furry, shaggy mutt followed us all around





Another trip was to the the Samkar Gonpa, a branch of the Spituk monastary.

The entrance to the shrine at Samkar Gonpa, the meditation hall 

We ended our day with a trip to the 9 storied Leh palace, designed on the lines of the Potala Palace in Tibet.

Leh Palace, rooms in the palace

Dusty and dilapidated, it was a rabbit warren of tiny rooms. The few rooms we entered were bare except one which had a threadbare carpet and a few paintings and photographs. A lot of the passages looked decidedly eerie.

We set out the next day for Nubra valley, also known as the valley of flowers. Nubra is a high altitude desert which separates Ladakh from the Karakoram range. It was a long drive that would take us through Khardung La pass before descending into the valley.


Driving on mountain roads needs special skills and a lot of care and our convoy of 3 cars were driven by capable young men. The long drive around snow covered  mountains was an experience of a lifetime. The sun had melted the top layer of snow which formed rivulets and trickled down the slopes.

Long forgotten geography lessons came back to mind- ox bow lakes, glaciated rivers, ice fields, icicles...wish I had paid more attention in class...

Finally we reached Chamba Camp at Hunder, a tent camp run by monks. The cold was not as intense as it had been in Leh. It was very comfortable in the tent which even had an "en suite" bathroom. Hot cups of tea fortified us and then we went in search of the Bactrian camels with their distinctive double humps. Such a picturesque setting, with a small river running through and clumps of seabuckthorn bushes, unique to the region, provided excellent photo ops all around.

Hunder valley, Bactrian camels, woolly goats and seabuckthorn bushes

Back at Chamba camp, we took a stroll around and outside the camp. The air was thick with the sweet scent of apple blossoms and the apricot trees were in full bloom.

The camp, an apple tree, our guide and the monk in charge of the camp, a gushing mountain stream, stones with inscriptions

The camp had a dining hall and that night, we were served one of the most delicious of vegetarian meals - piping hot soup, phulkas, paneer and spinach, a simple dhal curry and rice.

On the drive back to Leh, we stopped at the Diskit Monastery, noted for the giant statue of Maitreya Buddha. 

Statue of Maitreyi Buddha, residence of the current Dalai Lama, a prayer bell

We had to drive through the Khardung La Pass again. The Pass was once a route for caravans to India from Central Asia and is a little way away from the Siachen Glacier. Along the way there were many rest stops serving tea, Maggi noodles and other refreshments.

Rest stops like these are common on the mountain roads

Another day, there was a trip to the Hall of Fame Museum at Leh. Most interesting was a 3D relief map of the entire region. Exhibits included weapons, clothes and survival tents that soldiers of the Indian army used during the Kargil war and in the Siachen area. Along with the Army that protects the inhospitable border areas of the country, the Border Roads Organisation, particularly the HIMANK project which builds roads though some of the highest passes in Ladakh and maintains them, are truly deserving of the nation's gratitude.


The war memorial

At Alchi, a tiny village in the Indus valley, we got out of the cars and walked down a winding little pathway that took us past little houses, giving us glimpses of life in a typical Ladakhi village. There were many stores selling jewellery and souvenirs. The pathway finally led us down to the Chos Kor, or religious enclave of five temples.

Trinkets and souvenir store , a Ladakhi grandma with her cutie patootie

On the way back to Leh, we drove right up to the confluence of the Indus and Zanskar rivers. The water of the Indus was clear, not so with the Zanskar. Nevertheless, it was a magnificent sight.

At the sangam of the Indus (left) and Zanskar rivers

Our last long drive was to to see the lake at Pangong . Much of the drive was on dusty mountain roads...

Not a zig zag line drawn on the ground but a road on a mountain
Yaks feeding on the first grasses, a fast flowing river

...which gradually gave way to scenes such as these


After a five hour drive and through the Chang La pass, we reached Martsemak camp.


We had heard about the Pangong Tso (lake) and could make out a length of blue ribbon ahead. But first, we had to check into the camp. And it was freezing cold. How cold is cold? -3°C that afternoon with a few swirls of snow. Do remember that we had come in from Chennai with its 37°C  heat. 

We had to walk about half a kilometer to the shore of the lake. In Tibetan, Pangong Tso means 'long enchanted narrow lake'. And believe me, it looked like a surreal painting.



Situated at 4250 meters above sea level, it was a long stretch of water in the most unbelievable shades of blue. About 60% of the lake lies in Tibet and although the water is brackish (yes, I tasted it), the lake freezes over in winter. If there is a Paradise on earth, it must surely be here.


People and water birds on a tongue of land on the lake

That night, the camp staff lit a bonfire for us. In that freezing cold, the fire burnt bright but there was no heat! We went to bed with 3 blankets and a hot water bottle each and spent a most comfortable night.

The next morning, we were driven to the spot where the Bollywood movie "3 Idiots" was shot. It was a still, silent world punctured only by birdcalls and the gentle lapping of water on the shores of the lake. I hope the authorities will always preserve the beauty and serenity of Pangong Tso and will not allow commercialisation and exploitation of this unique wetland.

I would love to go back to Leh for another visit. This time, I would definitely leave behind my camera.


Dim Sum Masterclass at the Marina

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Dim sum is a Cantonese speciality, bite sized  portions of food cooked by steaming, frying or baking. In dim sum restaurants, trolleys stacked high with small steamer baskets are wheeled around and diners choose their favourites. There are also sweet dim sums, a much loved one is the egg tart.

Many Chinese restaurants in Chennai do serve dim sum but only a couple of varieties. We were a privileged group from the Chennai Food Guide that got a hands on masterclass on making dim sums by master chefs Lee Chee Kee and Hee Sai Kit from Malaysia, at The Marina.

All the ingredients for making dim sum

We learnt how to make the translucent har kau dough. Potato flour and wheat starch were mixed with hot water, the dough cut into pieces and with his small rolling pin, the chef deftly rolled each piece into a thin disc. The filling was minced prawn and it was a treat to watch the chef's nimble fingers pleat the dough around it. Then he rolled out a few more discs, put in some of the filling and gave it to us to pleat. Suffice to say that none of ours looked anything like his. Very patiently, he corrected our mistakes.

The making of har kau

The siu mai wrappers were brought out and we thought it would be a cakewalk. Not at all. Where his was full of stuffing and neatly finished, ours had pleats and tucks which no self respecting siu mai should be seen with. And ours kept leaning over as the bases were not flat. Minor corrections and adjustments were made before they went into the steamer to be cooked.

Siu mai

Next, we were shown how to make woh tips dumpling. Plain flour and rice flour were mixed into a dough and the filling was a mixture of  minced chicken, prawn, Chinese cabbage and coriander leaves. The dumplings were then fried to a beautiful gold colour.

Woh tip dumplings

The master veg curry puff had cooked cubes of potato as a filling.

Vegetable curry puff

Class was over and we were allowed to practice with the leftover ingredients.



At the end of the class, we were served the dim sums we had made.

Dim sum chefs undergo years of training, we sure have a long way to go considering we were doing it for the first time. All the same, it was a fun workshop. 

At the Cakes and Desserts with Fruit (2) workshop

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Did you know that the pineapple is actually a berry? They are single berries which are connected to the stalk of the fruit. And that the strawberry is a member of the rose family? No, the two fruits are not related, except for the fact that they are berries. And then there are pineberries- white strawberries  that taste like pineapple. Confused?

At this workshop, the fruits used are available almost through the year. Except for the mangoes, but then again, I'm quite sure most people have a stock of frozen mango puree in their freezers by now.


This must be one of the easiest unbaked strawberry cheesecakes ever made. Now, if only there was a method of speeding up the setting process, I'd love to try it.


What's summer without a serving of super silky honeyed mango mousse?


Another stunner is the pineapple delicious. Best served hot with  cold, thick cream.


And not to forget the chocoholics, whole orange and chocolate cupcakes. The ladies were incredulous at the thought of a whole orange going into the batter. But then, it's all about fruit, right?



 
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