The Forbidden Valley Opens
its Doors
Between China and Pakistan lies the Nubra Valley, a little
patch of Indian land. The Indian government has constructed a
road up to Leh, the capital of Ladakh,
thus opening up the few villages of the Nubra Valley and making
it possible for the adventurous to take a plunge into this
fragment of greenery, nestling between the Karakorams and the
Himalayas.
![]() Convoys like these are common sight along Tanglung La |
At the foot of the Karakoram range, this northern
part of Ladakh is very close to
the Siachen glacier, the largest and most closely guarded
glacier in the world. Here, between the crevasses of this
snowy giant, men have traced international lines that
have become borders of tension, prohibiting visits to
this place. The Siachen meets the Shayok in Ladakh and gives rise to a valley
that is astoundingly green for this region where the
landscape is generally of and mountains of the colour of
the desert. |
Reaching the Nubra Valley after a slow climb north of Leh, is
a grandiose event. The Beacon Highway continues along the side of
the mountain, tracing fine curves in an immensity of rock where,
at around 4,600-4,800 metres of height, one comes upon specimens
of alpine flora: carpets of moss dotted with pink and
blue,edelweiss, gentians and wild mint . And higher up, ever
higher up, is just the mountain alone, of ice and granite. This
is Khardong La, the highest mountain pass in the world at 5,603
metres. Some mortals, sheltered and freezing, members of the
Indian armed forces, look after the upkeep of the road while we
view the gigantic doorway, this border between the domain of the
Indus and the Nubra Valley.
| In the 17th century, the Mughals reigned over North India and sought to expand their territory. They were stopped at Hundar by typhoid, the single invincible warrior of the time. Hundar ("old village") was the capital of the Nubra kingdom. Today, the old village is nothing more than a heap of rubble surmounted by a grey ruin. The bruised homeland of a dynasty that has been extinguished. It was situated on the white elephant cliff. The threat of Mughal and Tibetan invasion having been reduced, | ![]() Cultivable land like this is scarce in these rocky highlands |
the population of Hundar now lives at the feet of the
pachyderm, on the plains where the two entwined rivers flow.
Contrary to the villages along the Indus, the houses are not
massed together here. There are farms in the midst of fields of
rye and kitchen gardens. All kinds of vegetables and fruit trees
are found here. Apple, walnut, apricot and even some rare almond
trees are grown. Irrigation is easy and the soil is good. The
paths run along high walls of greenery in which the predominant
trees are the Kabuls, imported centuries ago from Afghanistan.
They form protective walls against inquisitive eyes. In the Nubra
villages the visitor does not therefore become directly the
centre of interest as he would in the village square. It is he
who must take the first step. And when he does, every door at
which he knocks opens up to him treasures of Ladakhi hospitality.
![]() Khardungla at 18300 feet is the highest road in the world |
Caravans travelling towards Central Asia and Kashmir always made a halt at Nubra. At Panamik, they found a medicinal hot water spring and because the region has always been rich, they could get fresh supplies before confronting the Sasun and Karakoram passes. Naturally no convoy any longer utilizes this route, but near around Hundar we still find some living vestiges of the past. Around fifty or so dromedaries, natives of Kazakhstan |
spend the summer in the forests of the valley and are used in
winter to carry firewood. They sometimes come out of their shady
pasture lands and are to be seen trailing around between Hundar
and Diskit on a large sandbank, walking with suppleness on this
soil and seeming to want to proceed further, to go out of the
valley, and cross the pass to travel once again along the age old
spice and silk route.
200 metres upwards of Diskit, the "administrative"
village of the valley, the monastery watches the rivers meeting
in confluence. You have to walk along a strong mountain stream on
which small stone and wood structures have been built.
| As you approach them, a light and powerful sound is
heard: the sound of stone striking against stone. Within,
a gentle light, muffled by the dust emitted by the rye
being crushed. These are the mills of Nubra, its tsampa
factories. This flour is the staple diet of all the
inhabitants of the dry Himalayan region. There is an
atmosphere of extraordinary calm within these little
houses. The gompa (monastery) of Diskit is perched on the rock overhanging the stream which is the source of the energy used by the mills. It overlooks an impressive cliff where the monks still move around every day to gather drinking water. The monastery is rich, full of tangkas (silk paintings) and above all of magnificent giant statues, effigies of the Buddha and old mural paintings in which can be noted a multitude of influences. |
![]() Freshly picked tomatoes |
"The village of three rivers" faces Diskit, on the
other side of the life-giving stream. This village is even more
extensive than Hundar. Walking along the paths of Sumur ("3
rivers"), one feels the same impression of calmness,
orderliness and total confidence in what nature has bestowed
here: a rich soil that is easy to irrigate. The inhabitants
numbering around 700, are mostly farmers. Sumur and its twin
Taggar, just two kilometres away, is going through an exceptional
experience. Stanzing Shash Ringpoche has just completed a retreat
of 3 years, 3 months and 3 days, during which he devoted his
entire time to meditation. For a few days, the whole population
of the valley will come to greet him.
A member of the religious procession calls out,
"KikiSoso." "Lhar gialo!" reply the thousand
Ladakhis dressed in their traditional costumes to welcome the
Ringpoche. The little palace of Taggar has remained closed for 3
years; today, there is a festive mood all around. The spiritual
head sits down and chants by way of blessing a magnificent
melody. Later, after a meal of delicious sweet rice mixed with
almonds and dry raisins, the entire crowd will recite together
the Pujas, sacred Buddhist texts.
It is the end of the day, the sun is playing with the mountain.
The inhabitants of Nubra return to their respective villages
using vehicles as diverse as they are strange. Songs and peals of
laughter pave the road between Taggar and Sumur. By the side of
the road a river flows gently. A woman is seated. Near her, in a
wicker basket, a baby, its eyes wide open, eagerly watches the
colourful men passing by, their faces bathed in peace. Near a
spring with a crystalline sound, a child watches the people of
Nubra pass by.
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