Spiti Valley is a cold desert mountain valley located high in the Himalayas in the north-eastern part of the northern Indian state of Himachal Pradesh. The name “Spiti” means “The Middle Land”, i.e. the land between Tibet and India.
So here it is.
It's kind of a calling.
It really just happens when it's meant to happen.
It's mysterious, this attraction.
It's a conspiracy between space and time.
All those adventurers who think they have seen it all, must visit the Himalayas. I don’t think there is anything quite like these mountains. They talk to you, they hear you, they call you.
My calling came in September 2012. It was a time of great transition in my own life – the space between leaving a lot behind and looking forward to a lot more. If I could use metaphors, it was like being on one side of the mountains where I can’t see what lies ahead. What I see right now is gorgeous, so the hope to see what lies beyond is also beautiful. It’s really all about setting off on those long, winding roads where I come across landslides, road-blocks and desert storms. But when each of these settle in, what I see is a view that’s even more breathtaking than the last one.
The road less traveled.
A spiritual roller-coaster.
Surreal. Beautiful. Versatile. Volatile.
The land between boundaries and that of the warmest smiles.
Of mules, donkeys, goats, sheep and yaks.
Of monks and prayer bells.
Of beige, blue and spurts of little rainbows.
Of breeze that teases, and clouds that settle at night.
Where time stands still, but the land is always moving.
Where the river flows. Always.
Spiti - I call it the never, never land.