Rest in Peace, Pups

I lost two of my best friends while I was away for the month. Hug your dogs today, please.

Leh

more Delhi

I would go back tomorrow if I could

Antje


Dawa


the nightly routine in Leh


daylight was occasionally involved




Brian and Michael


Katrine and a wasted Chilian


Dorgi and Skarma, likely hungover but still up at the crack of dawn to send us off from Leh


Sonny - drinker, smoker, motorcyclist, friend


Batiste, the Frenchman


Sonom, another Frenchman, and Batiste


Johny pretending to be a proper shop owner




Abdul


Raj


Sonny catching a ride on the back of our bus


Amit, biking partner and overall character


our driver from Manali to Leh and back, part badass, part mountain goat


the small portion of the most beautiful place on earth

I don't know how to format blogger, don't really care at the moment. Here are some photos for the time being. I don't want to leave Leh.

post-trek in Hemis, 3 days unshowered and apparently green as green can be


Hala and Adam


Elliott and Ellen









amyzaiss.blogspot.com for more, she's way more on top of things than I am right now

Biking at the top of the world

Ladakh is heaven on earth. You really do find God in the mountains.

And we're awesome, I think I should mention. Yesterday five of our group of six and our new friend Amit mountain biked down Khardung La, the highest motorable pass in the world. 18,380 ft. Somehow I survived with only a smile on my face and mud on my ass. One of the more fun experiences of my life, to say the least.

We leave for a four day village trek at some point tomorrow (I never actually have any idea what time or day it is here), return to Leh for a few days, back to Manali via Jeep stopping to camp in Sarchu, likely spend most of our time in Manali with Johny Baba and friends, only to return to Delhi to have our minds blown once again by its utter ridiculousness.

My own photos tomorrow morning, time permitting. Until then, we are awesome.