The unforgiving terrain of Dolpo in mid-western Nepal is where the Himalaya still holds its own, beyond human intervention. Text & photographs By DEB MUKHARJI
Dolpo is synonymous with horses and mule caravans. ▲
Steep rocky steps leaning over precipitous gorges are a part of the Dolpo experience.
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The fresh white snow on the Baga La range merges with the emerald green of the forests, the indescribable blue of Lake Phoksondo and the brown cliffs of Dolpo.
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A caravan on the shore of Lake Phoksondo.
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The Phoksondo khola carves its way through ancient rocks.
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A monastery on the shore of Lake Phoksondo.
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This now-deserted village is the winter abode of the pastoralists who have moved up to higher summer pastures with their flocks. ▲
Tarakot village. All villages perched on hillsides in lower Dolpo were fortified against invaders.
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The main street of Dunai, the administrative headquarters of Dolpo.
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Sisters at Dolpo. ▲
Ringmo village after unseasonal April snow.
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Image inside Bon monastery at Ringmo. Courtesy: Deborah Ribas
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A row of chortens at the Ringmo monastery overlooking Lake Phoksondo.
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An ancient chorten near the entrance to the monastery.
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The gate of the monastery.
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Image at Chhedhul gompa, at the confluence of the Tarap and the Barbung rivers.
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An archway of silver birch framing the snow-covered Baga La peaks near Ringmo.
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A yak and its calf. A herd of yak on the move is best avoided on the trail.
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