Munsiyari sits as if the journey was the point. Clouds move in and take the Panchachuli range away. Then they give it back.
I remember tea shops, a slow walk through the bazaar, and the feeling of being far enough that the next plan could wait.
A far town with a close mountain wall, and weather that decides the day.
Munsiyari sits as if the journey was the point. Clouds move in and take the Panchachuli range away. Then they give it back.
I remember tea shops, a slow walk through the bazaar, and the feeling of being far enough that the next plan could wait.