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A short walk in the Himalayas - day 2 - approaching town
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The lower Parvati Valley approaching Manikaran. When we got off the bus in Buntar - where the Parvati river joins the Beas - shattered and broken men - we organised transport up the valley. No buses this time, we splashed out and got a jeep with our own driver. Under the circumstances we felt it justifiable. The horrors of the trip soon fell away as we soaked up our surroundings. The name of the valley derives from Parvati - she was the consort of Lord Shiva, and the pair spent some time here - we're talking a thousand years - because it was so beautiful. It's a pilgrimage site for both Hindus and Sikhs.
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Up to the tree line - about 3000m - the valley is heavily wooded. Mostly deodar, pine and spruce - which will probably be the undoing of the place. It's heavily illegally logged - pretty much uncontrolled, more of this later. This is asking for trouble in an area that is prone to earthquakes. The trees keep the soil on the hill sides - take them away and the risk of catastrophic landslides is very real.
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Our first view of Manikaran. We paid off the driver and sat for an hour enjoying the view. It had all been worth it. The river runs straight down from glaciers at the head of the valley - it's full of silt. Hence the colour - it's is also unbelievably cold. The force of the water is dramatic - at night when it was quiet - after a day of rain, you could hear huge boulders being shifted around in the current. The view is dominated on the left by the Manikaran gurdwara - Sikh temple - complex. As I mentioned before - the town is of particular holiness to Sikhs - the founder of the religion Guru Nanak spent time here with a disciple and there are various 'miracle' stories attached to the place. A gurdwara functions in a much greater way than say - a christian church. It is a place for worship but also a community centre, it has educational functions and also operates as a communal kitchen. It's a religious duty for Sikhs to feed anyone that asks for food. They make a mean vegetarian curry for lunch. In the background is the 'old town'.
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The only way in and out of town - from this point motorised transport is banned. Probably mainly because the streets couldn't cope but also I suspect that the laden mules you see in the picture are about the upper-end of the safe weight loading limit for the structure.
If you have got this far - thank you for looking and reading. Tomorrow we'll go for a walk about town.
All pictures in this series were taken with Nikon manual focus cameras - either an FM2 or F2. Shot on Fuji Super G film
Cheers - I.
I couldn't resist this intriguing little girl at the big market here in Chang Mai Thailand:
(Shot with a Leica Q)
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This is marvellous stuff Iain. Keep it coming. I really fancy a chicken butter masala now.A short walk in the Himalayas - day 3 - Manikaran
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Passing traffic and the Sikh temple complex - the steam you can see is from a hot spring that is channeled into the building and used for heating, cooking as well as ritual bathing. The Parvati valley is highly geo-thermally active.
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Local collecting hot water in the morning where the hot spring empties into the river. The presence of the springs gives the place it's name. The Hindu version has several variants but generally go along the lines of - When Shiva and Parvati were enjoying their sojourn here - Parvati dropped her precious jewels - mani - into a spring and they disappeared. Lord Shiva commanded an attendant to recover them but they could not be found. This angered Shiva - generally a thing best avoided as his anger worked on a cosmic scale. An appeal was made to the snake deity - Sheshnag - in the bowels of the earth. He hissed and the noise opened up channels allowing the hot water to rise to the surface. Also Parvati's jewels and indeed many others were washed back up. Shiva was no longer angry. Job done. So - precious stones - Mani - hence Manikaran.
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The restaurant on the right - the Holy Palace - was probably the best place in town to eat. It always struck me that most places had signs advertising that they sold European food. I'm in India - why would I want European food? India has one of the finest cuisines in the world - also they know how to cook it properly, they've been doing it for millennia. I guess for some the heat of the food is an issue but I find within 2 or 3 days my palate adjusts and it's no problem. Breakfast could be a bit trying though - I normally just have some bread and yogurt - is it strictly necessary to throw a handful of chopped fresh green chillis - seeds in - on top? So - the Hot Spring restaurant - we go in for dinner one night and think to try the full chicken butter masala. Generally I stay vegetarian in India - it's safer but this place had an excellent reputation. So we give our order to the owner and he says no problem but it's going to take about 2 hours to prepare. He'd bring us some stuff to snack on. Great - we're not in a hurry, we'll read a book or write letters. The guy disappears out the door and comes back 5 minutes later with a live chicken and heads into the kitchen. Squawk, squawk - thwack - no more squawks. It was one of the finest things I have ever eaten, anywhere. I'm not squeamish about food.
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Woman in pink hanging up her washing - terraced housing in the old town. I love Himalayan villages - there is a barely a straight line in sight. It generally looks like someone has scattered a random selection of bricks, wood and slates on the hill side. Planning consent - what's that then? It's not uncommon to have to pass through a neighbor's house to gain access to yours higher up. The irony is though - that when an earthquake hits - and they do regularly - it's these places that stay standing and not the modern buildings.
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Thank you for looking and reading. Tomorrow we shall go for a trek much higher up the valley to the hot springs at Khirganga. It ought to have taken 2 days to get there but took three - for reasons that shall become apparent.
Cheers - I.
@Barry Giddens @PickledNorthern
I know mate - I'm starving too. - yours - I.This is marvellous stuff Iain. Keep it coming. I really fancy a chicken butter masala now.
Looking forward to the next instalment , very good indeed, nice looking weed tooA short walk in the Himalayas - day 4 - going up the valley.
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Heading up the valley - from Manikaran - on our trek to the hot springs in Khirganga at Alpine altitude. A two day walk or so we thought. Ha ha - f**king ha.
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As we climbed higher and higher it just got more impressive.
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In fairness - it must be said - that other than the hot springs - the Parvati valley is famous for is - it's a major centre of cannabis production. Specifically hashish. Like the near-by Menali. The light green plants in the foreground of this picture are cannabis. Late in the season. The plants are literally weeds. A local explained to me that they had a good relationship with the police - every Tuesday they would come to raid the farms but - mysteriously - there was no one there. They knew where to find the large bung of rupees and bugger off again. Everyone else went back to work shortly afterwards.
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As I say - it's a weed. It's everywhere. As a tourist you don't f**k with this sort of thing but the locals royally enjoy it. Particularly the wandering Sadhus. More of which later.
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So - first day of the trek successful - we wake up in the hamlet of Pulga. Things are about to badly awry.
Thank you for reading and looking
Cheers - I
@Barry Giddens @Wayne Pritchard @Rufus @PickledNorthern @Helveticum @patw
A short walk in the Himalayas - day 4 - going up the valley.
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Heading up the valley - from Manikaran - on our trek to the hot springs in Khirganga at Alpine altitude. A two day walk or so we thought. Ha ha - f**king ha.
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As we climbed higher and higher it just got more impressive.
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In fairness - it must be said - that other than the hot springs - the Parvati valley is famous for is - it's a major centre of cannabis production. Specifically hashish. Like the near-by Menali. The light green plants in the foreground of this picture are cannabis. Late in the season. The plants are literally weeds. A local explained to me that they had a good relationship with the police - every Tuesday they would come to raid the farms but - mysteriously - there was no one there. They knew where to find the large bung of rupees and bugger off again. Everyone else went back to work shortly afterwards.
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As I say - it's a weed. It's everywhere. As a tourist you don't f**k with this sort of thing but the locals royally enjoy it. Particularly the wandering Sadhus. More of which later.
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So - first day of the trek successful - we wake up in the hamlet of Pulga. Things are about to badly awry.
Thank you for reading and looking
Cheers - I
@Barry Giddens @Wayne Pritchard @Rufus @PickledNorthern @Helveticum @patw
Stunning scenery Iain. Thanks once again for taking the time to put this together.A short walk in the Himalayas - day 4 - going up the valley.
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Heading up the valley - from Manikaran - on our trek to the hot springs in Khirganga at Alpine altitude. A two day walk or so we thought. Ha ha - f**king ha.
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As we climbed higher and higher it just got more impressive.
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In fairness - it must be said - that other than the hot springs - the Parvati valley is famous for is - it's a major centre of cannabis production. Specifically hashish. Like the near-by Menali. The light green plants in the foreground of this picture are cannabis. Late in the season. The plants are literally weeds. A local explained to me that they had a good relationship with the police - every Tuesday they would come to raid the farms but - mysteriously - there was no one there. They knew where to find the large bung of rupees and bugger off again. Everyone else went back to work shortly afterwards.
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As I say - it's a weed. It's everywhere. As a tourist you don't f**k with this sort of thing but the locals royally enjoy it. Particularly the wandering Sadhus. More of which later.
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So - first day of the trek successful - we wake up in the hamlet of Pulga. Things are about to badly awry.
Thank you for reading and looking
Cheers - I
@Barry Giddens @Wayne Pritchard @Rufus @PickledNorthern @Helveticum @patw
Good stuff Ben. I visited these sites many years ago, so your words and photos brought back many memories. Cheers.A recent trip to Belgium saw me take a number of photos. I took these but missed out on a lot more, I hate being 'that guy' who's in the way, seeing life through a smartphone. Had I remembered to bring my camera, I'm sure there'd be a lot more on offer. I do really need to use it more...
We'll start at Tyne Cot memorial;
It was somewhat harrowing hearing the continuous streaming of names and ages of those who'd fallen in the war. It was a constant reminder that those who fell were (a) so much younger than we focus on and (b) so many were unknown having being truly disfigured, or even obliterated, during 'The Great War'. Seeing love-letters and notification of death letters to and from families gave a stark reminder of what many were facing at the time. 28,000 names peppered the memorial and headstones in all directions gave a strong visual representation. You could not help but notice the stones labelled only 'A soldier from the war. Known unto God', those who were not accounted for upon death. Of all the headstones, there were only two for German soldiers.
Onto the Passchendaele museum - I was fortunate enough to see a commemorative exhibit of the dugout beneath the church. It will be closed later this year and unlikely to ever be reopened. Dank, dreary, dark...yet comfort. It lay under the ruins of the church in WWI after extensive bombing in Ypres, where none could be found. It often flooded, the walls and floor were thick with a sludgy, clay-and-rust slurry which sticks to anything it touches. We were warned of German detonation devices which are commonly found in the dugout, as it had been untouched for the last 100 years prior to the opening of the exhibit. No photos here.
Within the museum there was a vast array of war memorabilia. Exhibits of drawings, cans of Fray Bentos corned beef, replica smells of chemical warfare, guns, armour, pocket periscopes to name but a few. I was lucky on the busy day to have an uninterrupted panoramic shot of some shells used during the war, some restored. Showing my mam the below photo she said 'Christ, I thought it was a perfume shop'.
For scale, a person would stand to about midway up the 3rd row from the bottom.
After a trip around the cloth hall in Ypres, as below;
Which was followed by some food, I caught the last post at the Menin gate. It was my first, first-hand, experience of the last post and I managed to get a snap coming up to the gate, as the sun started setting and the warm glow cast against its front. It was busy, very busy. My other half's family were telling me that even 5 years ago there would be very few people there. They've told me of times when it was just them and maybe one or two others present. I'd say 20% of people there were filming on smartphones. Of course, given recent atrocities in Belgium, armed police were present. The Menin gate hosts circa 55,000 names of those fallen up the walls.
Outside of Ypres, there is a Welsh Memorial to those who had fallen in the First World War.
Welcomed initially with a Welsh welcome, this small memorial shows that all walks of life were expected to play their part. This has, apparently, been developed in recent years with the introduction of the 'welcome', a tribute to the Welsh who'd fallen, a stone with some of the national anthem, 'Mae hen wlad fy nhadau', and a red dragon atop the memorial, as below;
To me, this highlights the scale of global change as a result of WWI and II, in that those who had died could never become fathers. People from all over the world played a part - Sikh's, Australians, Welsh, Scottish, German, Belgians; you name it.
A very informative journey through time for me. I always used to groan when my family tried taking me through historical sites as a child but I could not have enjoyed this insight more. Very interesting and very harrowing. I would wholeheartedly recommend it as a trip away, regardless of whether you take a keen interest in wars/history etc.
All photos were taken on an iPhone 7 with stock camera app or Musecam for RAW photos. Most photos were altered in Snapseed.
A recent trip to Belgium saw me take a number of photos. I took these but missed out on a lot more, I hate being 'that guy' who's in the way, seeing life through a smartphone. Had I remembered to bring my camera, I'm sure there'd be a lot more on offer. I do really need to use it more...
We'll start at Tyne Cot memorial;
It was somewhat harrowing hearing the continuous streaming of names and ages of those who'd fallen in the war. It was a constant reminder that those who fell were (a) so much younger than we focus on and (b) so many were unknown having being truly disfigured, or even obliterated, during 'The Great War'. Seeing love-letters and notification of death letters to and from families gave a stark reminder of what many were facing at the time. 28,000 names peppered the memorial and headstones in all directions gave a strong visual representation. You could not help but notice the stones labelled only 'A soldier from the war. Known unto God', those who were not accounted for upon death. Of all the headstones, there were only two for German soldiers.
Onto the Passchendaele museum - I was fortunate enough to see a commemorative exhibit of the dugout beneath the church. It will be closed later this year and unlikely to ever be reopened. Dank, dreary, dark...yet comfort. It lay under the ruins of the church in WWI after extensive bombing in Ypres, where none could be found. It often flooded, the walls and floor were thick with a sludgy, clay-and-rust slurry which sticks to anything it touches. We were warned of German detonation devices which are commonly found in the dugout, as it had been untouched for the last 100 years prior to the opening of the exhibit. No photos here.
Within the museum there was a vast array of war memorabilia. Exhibits of drawings, cans of Fray Bentos corned beef, replica smells of chemical warfare, guns, armour, pocket periscopes to name but a few. I was lucky on the busy day to have an uninterrupted panoramic shot of some shells used during the war, some restored. Showing my mam the below photo she said 'Christ, I thought it was a perfume shop'.
For scale, a person would stand to about midway up the 3rd row from the bottom.
After a trip around the cloth hall in Ypres, as below;
Which was followed by some food, I caught the last post at the Menin gate. It was my first, first-hand, experience of the last post and I managed to get a snap coming up to the gate, as the sun started setting and the warm glow cast against its front. It was busy, very busy. My other half's family were telling me that even 5 years ago there would be very few people there. They've told me of times when it was just them and maybe one or two others present. I'd say 20% of people there were filming on smartphones. Of course, given recent atrocities in Belgium, armed police were present. The Menin gate hosts circa 55,000 names of those fallen up the walls.
Outside of Ypres, there is a Welsh Memorial to those who had fallen in the First World War.
Welcomed initially with a Welsh welcome, this small memorial shows that all walks of life were expected to play their part. This has, apparently, been developed in recent years with the introduction of the 'welcome', a tribute to the Welsh who'd fallen, a stone with some of the national anthem, 'Mae hen wlad fy nhadau', and a red dragon atop the memorial, as below;
To me, this highlights the scale of global change as a result of WWI and II, in that those who had died could never become fathers. People from all over the world played a part - Sikh's, Australians, Welsh, Scottish, German, Belgians; you name it.
A very informative journey through time for me. I always used to groan when my family tried taking me through historical sites as a child but I could not have enjoyed this insight more. Very interesting and very harrowing. I would wholeheartedly recommend it as a trip away, regardless of whether you take a keen interest in wars/history etc.
All photos were taken on an iPhone 7 with stock camera app or Musecam for RAW photos. Most photos were altered in Snapseed.
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