One of the immortal faces of the mountains…even though only four-years old. A nomadic girl, whose predecessors were a clan of ‘guardians’ for trade caravans on the top of the world. Caravans of precious salt, tea, and wool passed through these regions and were vital links throughout the Himalayas.
It seemed that little Drolma (not at all fazed by an outsider sitting in her tent taking tea) could look into the very bones with those eyes of hers. Already the elements have touched her with sun and winds forever ruling. She and her grand-mother lived together close to 5,000 metres on the northeastern edge of the Tibetan Plateau. and her grandmother reminded me that all life was linked to the mountains. She could not imagine other worlds without them.