Himalayan Highway
First time I went to Nepal when it was still a Kingdom. It was an attempt to explore around Makalu in Eastern Nepal. There I couldn't help but notice that for most part rural life was revolving around trails. On the trail I could see the whole spectrum of socio-economic state of that part of a country. It fascinated me and later I decided to come back to live and photograph along the trail that runs from the subcontinental valley all the way to the border with Tibetan plateau of China.
Once I entered the trail, it seemed that I stepped into the very bloodstream of the region. It pulsated around me busy with life and death, youth and old age, community life and solitude.
From all the scattered hilltop villages eventually people would collide on the trail that runs along the crest of Himalaya spine that starts with lowland hills and finishes up with snowcapped peaks that lure high altitude mountaineers. There are no delivery trucks; all the goods and sustenance is delivered by family caravans or professional porters. Everything I saw: corrugated roof metal, cement, plastic pipes and giant barrels for water storage, bottles of beer, packaged soups and biscuits, kerosene and propane for cooking — all of it arrived on the back of a porter.
Read MoreOnce I entered the trail, it seemed that I stepped into the very bloodstream of the region. It pulsated around me busy with life and death, youth and old age, community life and solitude.
From all the scattered hilltop villages eventually people would collide on the trail that runs along the crest of Himalaya spine that starts with lowland hills and finishes up with snowcapped peaks that lure high altitude mountaineers. There are no delivery trucks; all the goods and sustenance is delivered by family caravans or professional porters. Everything I saw: corrugated roof metal, cement, plastic pipes and giant barrels for water storage, bottles of beer, packaged soups and biscuits, kerosene and propane for cooking — all of it arrived on the back of a porter.
