Our last blog post on our trip to Sikkim ends with a photo-montage of the Limboo people. As you read in our last post we spent some time with out guide, Perna, and his family. They reside in the village of Darap in an old house passed down through the generations. Perna lives in relative luxury with a TV in his room, but the main house is like something out the dark ages. We were privileged to be allowed to spend a morning with these gentle people, even more so that they patiently allowed us to snoop around their house and photograph them going about their daily chores, which was mainly drinking salted tea and cooking pop-corn.
Ever been to Shangri-la? We have. It’s alive and kicking in Sikkim. Almost anywhere in Sikkim, outside a large town or tourist area, will do. We found our lost horizon in Darap, near Pelling. Two hundred year old houses growing out of the side of the mountain in which tiny people and chickens share their home with you is not something that happens every day. An afternoon getting high on hooch in the Himalayas is something to remember.
Photograph: A lady from the Nepali Limboo tribe in Sikkim, with traditional nose-piercings.
Liz and I spent a few days up the Himalayan foothills in a little village called Darap, in the state of Sikkim. There we befriended a young chap who took us for a trek and ended up at his parents’ house. This ancient building, with solid mud floors and tar-encrusted ceilings from the constantly burning fire, has been passed down from generation to generation of Nepali Limboo tribesmen. His father, a weaver of bamboo, is pictured squatting, taking a short break. His mate behind is clearly knackered from a day’s work, and I’ve no idea who owns the gold boots.