Feringhee has snippets from her stay in Ladakh. From Yaks to shopkeepers.
Written byNeha Viswanathan
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1 comment
Thanks for the links, Neha. I am very sad to report that the beautiful yak in the post died right in front of my eyes this morning. It was so sad and horrible – it had eaten fertilizer someone left in the field and died, bloated and moaning, within hours. Some kind of lesson about mixing old and new agricultural techniques must be in there… will write today’s post about it.