"Wading neck deep in a swamp, your revolver is neither use nor ornament until you have had time to clean it" Mary H. Kingsley (1897)

Lunar Landscapes


Having satisfied our lust for lunch, we travelled on.
Through a series of seemingly unending tight winding bends, the road steadily climbed into a dramatically different landscape.
All villages and traces of vegetation were left behind.  The only features were those of dry, sandstone rocks, weathered into bizarre unearthly forms.

An accident or breakdown here would leave you feeling very vulnerable.

It is an eerie, beautiful and desperately lonely place.


“O moon in the velvet heavens,
your light shines far.
You roam throughout the whole world,
gazing into human dwellings.

O moon, stay a while,
tell me where my beloved is!
O tell him, silver moon, that my arms enfold him,
in the hope that for at least a moment he will dream of me.

Shine on him, wherever he may be,
and tell him of the one who awaits him here!

If a human soul should dream of me, may he still remember me on awaking;
O moon, do not fade away!

(Translation: Paula Kennedy)

Pictures taken in Ladakh

3 responses

  1. S. Etole

    The words to that song fit the moon that shone here last night perfectly.

    The landscape is surreal. Are you quite certain your flight wasn’t on a UFO?

    May 5, 2012 at 7:27 am

    • So much of the Ladakh landscapes was totally alien to me that at times I did wonder if it were all a dream..

      May 5, 2012 at 8:28 am

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