In the Nomad's Tent

We were walking along, going up to the highest pass of the trek (5600 m), and there were a group of nomad tents below us. Alex joked that in her itinerary, "we were supposed to get invited in for butter tea now..". And just then, a man emerges from his tent, sees us looking at it, and waves at us.. so we did end up having butter tea, chapati, and yogurt with his family! very lovely

Marzena turning the prayer wheel

Christophe and Alex

And the mother and son...

There were actually 7 children in the family, and all go off to school in different places (some in Leh, some nearer..). This son was home for the summer break. I have my doubts that there will be nomads in another generation - all the children go to school, and I can tell you, much as I like being outdoors, this type of nomadicism is TOUGH. They have to move their herds every day since the pasture is so minimal (or it will get overgrazed). And we were in the full "heat of summer" and snow was often only a few meters elevation above us on the hillside... i can't imagine the winters..