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Down memory's lane..
This is Minimarg in October, 1975.
I still remember this late afternoon clearly, as if it was today. That's the river Dras winding down.
Four of us on three motorcycles, and we were coasting down this rough road below Zoji La, with our engines switched off. Breathing the soft scented clear air, and listening to the sounds of silence broken only by a whispering wind.
Today, this meadow and many more miles of it, has lost ts solitude and innocence. There are army camps and trucks and never ending traffic and check posts.
This link shows a portion of the chaos that prevails in this paradise of the past. : www.flickr.com/photos/63783963@N00/7213750/
Inevitable, some say, but it could have been done with more finesse and grace.
Down memory's lane..
This is Minimarg in October, 1975.
I still remember this late afternoon clearly, as if it was today. That's the river Dras winding down.
Four of us on three motorcycles, and we were coasting down this rough road below Zoji La, with our engines switched off. Breathing the soft scented clear air, and listening to the sounds of silence broken only by a whispering wind.
Today, this meadow and many more miles of it, has lost ts solitude and innocence. There are army camps and trucks and never ending traffic and check posts.
This link shows a portion of the chaos that prevails in this paradise of the past. : www.flickr.com/photos/63783963@N00/7213750/
Inevitable, some say, but it could have been done with more finesse and grace.