Bells chime through the wet air and the odd manic high-pitched wail of urging in Tibetan rips over the grassland. Plodding through the...

Mountains and the worship of them are everywhere along the route Jana is one of those towns that looks to be embarrassed with itself,...

The first night of sleep is under an enormous rock which overhangs our informal outdoor space. A huge sacred rock covered in money,...

Snow, pilgrims with tireless feet, endless spirit and mountains that one bows to every day…and the odd cup of tea. Posts of the journey...