We continued our journey through the Nubra Valley to Turtuk.
Turtuk is a Muslim village among trees and water ways split by a rushing river. It’s near the border of Pakistan and has only been open to visitors in the last few years. We walked around the village and spoke with a black smith and a weaver, who had made his own loom. Our guest house was between two mosques and the call to prayer echoed between them, along with the wind in the trees it was a sensory experience. There was a small Buddhist monastery on a hill. We spoke with the grandfather of the guest house family and he told us about life in the village.