Today we learn that a snow leopard has killed a yak calf in an overnight pen on a neighbouring farm, and we are invited to view the kill in the pen.  This is one of the old pens with open top. The snow leopard conservancy organisation has been funding wire to enclose the tops of the animal pens to prevent access by snow leopards and minimise the risk of stock losses for the farmers, but oddly, this has not happened here in this centre of snow leopard activity. Cynically, one might believe that the calf kill is good business. If it helps keep the snow leopards in the area, then more tourists will come in, promoting the local economy. We are assured that the farmer will be compensated for the loss of the calf.

The yak calf is not small. It appears to have been suffocated. A classic approach of the snow leopards is to hold the prey by the neck until they are dead.  There does not seem to be much evidence that the leopard ate anything from the carcass.

The plan is to drag the kill onto the nearby field, and tomorrow we will see if the snow leopard (or other beasties) come to feast, whilst we watch (with cameras and spotting scopes at the ready) from around the farm house.

In the late afternoon we visit the farm house to which Snow Leopard Lodge belongs, as Dolma, the lady of the house, prepares yak butter tea and other local delicacies and with the aid of her son explains something of the local way of life.

As usual there are more photos. The gallery can be found at:
https://photos.app.goo.gl/vq8B4LoddT2i61ew2

As predicted, the snow leopard stayed close. The general pattern is that they will feed from a kill over the next 3-5 days. The spotters have identified the cat high in the rocks above the farm. This is a new animal, not one of the 3 we were watching earlier across the valley. This is an adult female that normally lives in the next valley, but she is here with us and we are not complaining. The cat is high on the ridge, sheltering under some boulders. We spend a long day watching events from the farm. A large flock of red billed choughs entertains us for a while. There must be hundreds of them wheeling in the sky, and landing for periods among the rocks and stunted bushes on the slopes.

Then, suddenly, late in the afternoon, the cat makes its move. In just a few seconds of fluid feline grace it flows down the boulder strewn slope and reaches the kill. Fantastic. And this time it is close enough to see (though still rather far for photography when you don’t have the BBC’s budget for cameras and HUGE telephoto lenses)

More photos in a gallery at https://photos.app.goo.gl/BlCmEorYehyK6r9U2

Wow, what a week. We have been busy dawn to dusk every day, and I have not got any blog writing done since we arrived. We have no internet here. Since today will be mostly sitting and waiting, I have brought the laptop with me and I will make notes as the day progresses to give a feel for how our days have passed. I’m typing this up in a word processor as we have no internet. I probably won’t find time to post until we get back to Delhi. Even with the screen on full brightness, it is hard to see. There is so much UV radiation that my photochromic glasses are very dark, even though I have a wide brimmed hat and the sky is overcast. My lips have taken a battering with the UV and dry air and they are very sore. For the past 2 days I have been wearing a balaclava to cover my mouth to give it some protection. Since it is also cold, the balaclava serves dual purpose.

24/3/18 05:45 get up and dressed, pack the bags for the transfer this afternoon to Leh this afternoon, clearing the rooms for the next group expected to arrive around lunchtime. 6:15 gather for coffee and biscuits, before the drive up the road.

24/3/18 06:45 AM at a small farm in the valley above Uley. Temperature hovering on -4°C. We’re rugged up in our down jackets etc High on the ridge above us there is a snow leopard peering down at the activity as we set up our cameras. About 100 m away across the stony slopes is the carcass of the yak calf that the snow leopard killed 2 nights ago. A Himalayan fox is gorging on the carcass, and a mob of magpies hop around, keeping out of reach, and picking up any small pieces of meat dropped by the fox. The calf is a valuable animal, but the farmer will be compensated for his loss and for the access that allows us to view the snow leopard. If the farmers earn more from tourism fuelled by snow leopards than their losses to predation, there is no pressure for the farmers to kill these magnificent beasts.

Yesterday we spend the whole day here from 06:30 am until 6:00 pm. The leopard was resting in a dark crevice between two huge boulders, occasionally poking its head out to check out our activities. Then, suddenly a bit after 4PM, she emerged, descended the slope with a fluid feline grace and started to feed. We enjoyed the sight until failing light called a close, and we headed off, elated to have seen the leopard so close.

Snow leopards generally feed from a kill over 3-4 days, so we are hoping that she will come down from the ridge to the carcass before we need to leave for Leh at 4pm. One danger is if a wolf comes to the carcass. Foxes don’t upset the leopards – there is plenty of meat on a yak calf for all to eat, but snow leopards are wary of wolves and she will abandon the carcass if a wolf or wolves appear. Although wolves are about the same size as snow leopards, they often hunt in packs and a pack of wolves is more than a match for a snow leopard. A fox has now come slinking across the hillside to feed on the carcass.

8 am. The fox has gone, The magpies are picking up their fill of scraps, the snow leopard gazes imperiously down on us from her ridge-top vantage point. The temperature is hovering on 2°C under an heavy overcast. Remarkably my fingers are OK. The down jackets must be working.

In anticipation of more severe cold than we have actually experienced, jill and I bought some insulated boots to keep our feet warm. I’ve been using mine, but Jill only tried hers today (she god cold toes yesterday). That was when we discovered she had a size 10 and a size 11 boot. I hadn’t noticed that I had the matching odd pair. So Jill now has one boot broken in by me over the last week.

08:20 am. The sun has just climbed over the ridge to our right and is shedding a soft pearly light through the overcast.  The cat remains aloof on the skyline before us.

08:55 am.  Something has disturbed the cat. She startled then disappeared. What startled her is not clear.  Was it the large male snow leopard that we were observing a few days ago? Was it a wold? Will she return?. And then there she is, back on the skyline. Phew.

The temperature has now climbed to +1°C and the breakfast truck has arrived. Whilst we feed ourselves on porridge, eggs, aloo (potato) parathas and pickles, the local spotters keep watch. Fed and filled with chai we return to our cameras.

10:20 am. The temperature has just dropped from 4°C to 3°C. Quiet conversations are going on between various people within our group and with people in the other groups here, in areas out of sight of our “lion king”.  This particular snow leopard is called Gyamba, and starred in a documentary film a couple of years ago. Her name means Queen in the local Ladakhi language. Spoken Ladakhi has a very Tibetan twang to it. The local guides and drivers spend long hours conversing among themselves whilst waiting for us, but they never run out of conversation. The other pastime is wall building. We’ll go off to photograph an animal, and 30 minutes later they will have built a miniature wall with gravel beside the road; good, robust, stable walls. Looking at the hillsides around here , I guess they get lots of practise. All the farmable slopes are segmented by stone walls. Interestingly, here they build the walls with a single layer of boulders, and looking up the slope with a wall agains the sky they have a lacy appearance. I speculate that this results in less damage to the walls from ice and frost-heave, or maybe it is just easier to repair them like that.

The environment here is fascinating. It is a cold desert. Rain is infrequent and the few days they get in the monsoon period generally leads to landslips. When we arrived a week ago the willows had a winter deadness about them, but over the last few days their colour is changing and they are coming into bud. The willows are farmed and coppiced and provide wood for construction and fuel for fires. As I write, the farmer is tossing a basket of yak manure onto the roof of one of the outhouses. It will dry there and provide fuel in combination with the willow. Despite preconceptions the fires here have a relatively innocuous, slightly aromatic odour. The “bio-fuel” burns hot and long, and I guess the sparse smoke distributes the minerals back onto the hillsides.

11:12 am. Gyumba has vanished again from her perch. Has she just shuffled back out of sight on the ridge, or is she on the move, about to descentd to the carcass below? Anticipation builds. I will man my camera in the optimistic hope of the latter.

11:45 No snow leopard…This is a waiting game. There is a cameraman from the BBC up the hill to our right in a neat, camouflaged hide-tent. He has a couple of remote cameras close to the carcass. Thankfully, today he has hidden them so they are not so obvious. Yesterday they were “in shot” for the cameras. I assume our grumbles were conveyed to the BBC man.

The general overcast is starting to break up, and there are hints of blue with fluffy white cloids, and the sun is starting to break through sporadically. To the north is the white caped range that forms the head of the valley. Behind me, in the south, are high, jagged, snowclad peaks. To the sides are the steep rocky slopes of the valley walls. The sun is moving round and I will soon have to move the thermometer before it is hit by direct sun. Current shade temperature has clawed its way up to 6°C.

1 pm. Snow leopard appeared briefly, adopted a sphynx pose, to the clatter of camera shutters, then stood and disappeared again. From Open Street Map on my phone I estimate she was about 400 m away. Too far for good photos with my lenses. But there are plenty of people here with lenses that cost more than a small car, that probably got good photos. Temperature 7°C. Lunch delivery should be soon.

2 pm. Fed and watered. Today’s lunch was rice noodles with vegetables, boiled carrot slices and baked beans, washed down with chai/masala tea, and peanut bars and biscuits for desert. Snow leopard has disappeared again. The overcast has persisted with occasional patches of sun breaking through.

2:30 pm.  Another group has arrived – this is the group that is replacing us at Snow Leopard Lodge. There is a brief flurry as they get set up. The guides quicly damp things down. The snow leopard has returned to its sphynx position on the ridge.

2:45 pm. A brief bit of excitement. 2 large yaks are wandering into the slope towards the kill. They are quickly rounded up by the farmer and the chief spotter, Norboo.  Calm rapidly returns, but the cat has gone again. An icy wind is blowing across the hillside and, despite the balmy 7°C, it starts to feel chilly on the exposed skin. The farm’s many prayerflags are flapping vigorously offering prayers with every flap.  Patches of sunlight are flitting across the snowfield at the head of the valley, making interesting patterns, and bringing out some of the textures of the terrain that were hidden in the overcast light.

3:45 pm I just watched the farmer catch another couple of yak from the adjacent field. He had a handful of some tempting yak treat that he used to get the yak up t im, then he grabbed the rope that was conveniently tied between a nose ring and the horns. Once grabbed it was easy to lead the huge beast to wherever it should be next. Every time the farmer passes he is full of smiles. In an environment as picturesque as this, it is easy to explain the smiles.

We haven’t seen the snow leopard for a while. I fear we will have to leave before it descends to feed on its kill.

4:30 pm. We have to leave, though we fear the leopard will descent the very moment we depart. But the road down is narrow and twisty, and a mistake could plunge us down a cliff or steep scree slope. We have to leave to get to Leh before the light goes for our safety and that of our drivers.

6:45 pm We arrive safely at our hotel on the edge of dark. The drivers will stay in Leh overnight before returning home to Uley the next morning.

At breakfast the next day we learn that the leopard did descend, but only at 6 pm. By then the light would be challenging for photography, all in shade, and the light level falling fast, so we don’t feel too upset. If the snow leopard had come down at 4:35, a few minutes after we left, we’d have been somewhat annoyed.

After breakfast we finalise our packing and head off to the airport for the flight to Delhi. Everyone gets a window seat so we all get good views. Unfortunately someone had put a wing in the way for half of us, so the views were not ideal. The views of these Himalayan foothills bring home the ruggedness of the terrain, and the quantity of fresh water tied up in the ice in those mountains. What will happen here with global climate change is not clear. This year was certainly much warmer that anticipated from past years. The snow had already receded to well above Snow Leopard Lodge. We came prepared for sub-zero temperatures as the daily maximum, when the actual temperature maximum was a relatively balmy 6-8°C.

After 10 days at ~4000 m altitude, with air pressure only about 63% of what we are used to in Melbourne at near sea level, we are expecting a fresh burst of energy when we get back to the lowlands.

Sorry the post was so long and rambling, but it did pass some time whilst we waited.  🙂

Here is a gallery of images to go with this post:
https://photos.app.goo.gl/Pni3xNeuaIr3Nnq62

After the cool, calm and quiet of Ladakh, Delhi was a shock to the system. The daily maximum temperatures around 7°C in Uley and Leh switched to 37°C in Delhi. True, the air was not as thin down on the lowlands; instead it was thick with the pungency of city life. The tranquil soundscape of the mountains became a cacophony of beeping vehicles. After the flight from Leh, we had lunch then we took the afternoon off – luxuriating in flowing water, flushing toilets and other mod-cons that were in short supply up in Uley.

Next day 6 of us headed into Old Delhi on the metro. The metro here is not what you might expect. It isn’t a relic of the British Colonial period, as much of India’s rail infrastructure is. This is brand new. It is run by a state-owned company (unlike here where the once state owned transport infrastructure was sold off to private companies). Wikipedia declares it to be the 12th longest metro system in the world (252 km), with the 16th largest ridership (1 billion per year). But these statistics may be out of date. Stations were being opened whilst we were there. It is clean, smooth, fast and cheap (eg Connaught Place to the airport ~20 km was about AU$1.20 with trains every 15 minutes).

First stop was a major Sikh temple Gurudwara Bangla Sahib. Here we joined a fascinating tour. Sikhism is a religion that arose in the Punjab region around the 15th century AD. Fundamental beliefs include “one creator”, divine unity, equality of all people, and it fosters striving for social justice for the benefit and prosperity of all. Flowing from this they provide free food for any who need it.   The tour took us through the kitchens where they prepare this food; we were told they fed 25,000 people every day, so the scale of the kitchens was amazing.

The complex also houses halls of worship where texts from their holy books are read/sung, study rooms, there is apparently also a school and a hospital here. It was certainly bustling with life. Unfortunately the timing of our visit was out of sync with the timing of the meals. I am sure the full dining hall – thousands of people – would be quite a sight.

From the Sikh temple we headed onwards towards Connaught Pace (detouring via a couple of shops as one of our party wanted to purchase some gifts to take home). The shops were, as always, interesting. We were wafted indoors, taken up to 4th floor, where there were floor to ceiling stocks of Pashmina scarves and the like. There were about 5 staff on just that floor. We were the only customers. On the way out we looked on the floors below.. same story. lots of staff, few, if any customers.

Connaught place to my mind has connotations of British colonial grand architecture. What we found was a circular traffic jam with some rather tired, colonnaded, low rise buildings. For “one of the largest financial, commerical and business centres in New Delhi … that houses the headquarters of several noted Indian firms” (Wikipedia) it was rather a let down. The highlight there was being accosted by trinket sellers, desperate to sell us things… anything… We decided to turn the tables and hassled the hawkers, trying to get them to purchase our tourist maps – look – two maps, only 50 rupees, what a bargain … . In the end they backed off, perhaps hoping to avoid catching whatever madness had apparently afflicted us.

From CP we headed on to visit one of the market areas near Chandni Chowk. What a place. It is a veritable maze of tiny shops lining a network of arcades. Crowded, claustrophobic, chaotic. Thank goodness for GPS or we would never have got back to our station.

Next day Jill and I headed in to Old Delhi intending to explore Red Fort and visit some more of the markets. We trundled to the Metro and got ourselves to Chandni Chowk station, about 500 m from the Red Fort. We tried to evade the endless calls of cycle rikshaw and tuk tuk drivers to avail ourselves of their services. It was as if walking was a crime against humanity.

Reaching Red Fort was easy, though even by 10am the air was thick with haze. Red fort is a UNESCO world heritage site. It was built around 1639 and served as the main residence of the Mughal emperors for the next 200 years.

The red sandstone walls enclose 100 Ha of gardens and palaces of various eras, many of which are in disrepair or are being worked on. The impressive entrance gate/tower complex takes you through an arcade of small shops selling tourist trinkets before one reaches the expansive gardens.

There are remains here of what would have been extensive water features – ponds, fountains etc, none of which are now functional. It must have been a very different place in its heyday.

By the time we had circumnavigated the complex, admired the arches, marble inlays, sculptural elements etc, the mercury was hovering in the high 30s. We espied a new metro station, just outside the red fort gates. Given the choice of melting in the markets, and a nice airconditioned train back to the hotel, we decided on cool, relaxation and a bit more time to pack for our 11:30 PM flight.

This last image serves as a contrast to the usual street dog photos. This spherical beast was probably just a  teensy-weensy little bit over-fed.

More photos at

https://photos.app.goo.gl/eriK6yzoU3Yx2yUe2

That’s all for this trip. Hope you enjoyed the ride.