Namaste.
I recently returned from a journey through nothern India and Nepal, across the Himalayas and down the Ganges, through ancient temples and lush jungles, searching for deeper truth about the world and insight into our place within it. What a found was a land of tao-like duality, a nation defined by the past while defining the future. The helpless, paralyzing sorrow of poverty. The weightless giggle of children, whose only currency is love. Homeless refugees at peace in the center of the universe. The perpetually pungent odors of nag champa, burning garbage, and human feces. The constant cacophony of honking horns and mooing cows, blaring ringtones and bollywood jingles.
The following words and pixels are a humble effort to capture a land of indescribable wonders and ineffable truth.
Afghanistan and the edge of the earth.

The morning commute.

The following sequence documents the first leg of our journey. 26 hours by van and jeep on single-lane unpaved mountain roads, from Delhi to Kaza, a remote town of tibetan refugees deep within the Himalayas. There, at the psychedelically ornate Sakya Monastery, His Holiness the Dalai Lama was scheduled for three days of teaching, meditation, and ceremony.





Bliss at 15,000 feet.



Ki Monastery, in the Spiti River valley, exists nearly exactly as it has since its construction in the 11th century, surviving the slow decay of time and attacking Mongols and Sikhs.





This is it for part one. Love and thanks for Mr. Cole Ramstad for the opportunity to share this experience. Much more to come soon, but for now just know:
You are beautiful.
-Carson Linforth Bowley