The high Snows in general and Ladakh in particular, exercise an attraction which is irresistible if, reader, you like me, love the quainter corners, the quainter people of the world-even if, like me, you refuse to believe that this trait of ours is due to forgotten lives of our own-then in exchange for an hour or two of your time I will try to show you, as much as can be shown through the medium of mere words, one of the most fascinating countries I have ever seen-Ladakh, which I call Lamaland, and which was once the westernmost sub-kingdom of mysterious Tibet.
One has to get there, of course, and that is one excuse for travel books-they will take you in a few minutes to places which would otherwise require days and days of steamer or railway or car, and weeks and months of weary plodding on foot or little pony, ere you could reach them. |
