Turtuk: A land of the Balti, apricots and breathtaking landscapes

The winter of 1971 marks an extraordinary chapter in the subcontinent’s history. Bangladesh’s liberation from Pakistan was executed with clinical precision under the oversight of Field Marshal Sam Maneckshaw (a Zoroastrian), General Jagjit Singh Aurora (a Sikh) and, Chief of the Eastern Command, Jacob-Farj-Rafael-Jacob (a Jew). All under the political astuteness of Prime Minister Indira Gandhi (a Hindu). As the besieged Pakistan army was low on morale following the loss of East Pakistan, Major Chewang Rinchen (a Buddhist) of the Ladakh Scouts, a thousand miles away, saw an opportunity and took out four villages from Pakistan’s territory. Residents of Tyakshi, Thang, Chalunka and Turtuk (the topic of this post) had gone to bed in Pakistan and woken up in India the next morning. Major Rinchen, having successfully defended Ladakh from Pakistani invasion in 1947, was the youngest ever recipient of the “Mahavir Chakra” (India’s second highest military decoration) at age seventeen, and following his heroics in 1971, is a revered legend in these parts.

© Lopamudra Talukdar. The colorful landscape of Farol – lush buckwheat greenery surrounded by the browns and magentas of the Karakorams, and dotted with stunningly beautiful Balti women working in the fields.
© Sabyasachi Talukdar. Road maintenance work with the BRO keeps a lot of Turtuk men busy throughout the year and they keep cordial relations with the army.

This stretch of Ladakh has seen borders change hands routinely – from a small autonomous kingdom way back in the day, to a subject of Lhasa (Tibet) before being annexed into Kashmir in 1834, then sold for a mere seventy thousand rupees to the British East India Company, until India’s blood-stained partition in 1947 handed it over to Pakistan. Since 1971, Turtuk lies a mere 6 miles on the Indian side of the border, which some argue, is the most dangerous in the world. Yet, in such perilous proximity lies an astounding landscape, warm welcomes, sweet apricots, pulsating buckwheat infused greenery, and the alluring Balti people. “During the war, locals from nearby villages fled and found refuge in bigger cities, but the people of Turtuk chose to stay,” articulates Ibrahim Ashoor, our host and owner of a local guest house. It’s not just those invisible borders that change with war, but invisible walls rise as well that separate families and loved ones. “Many have swallowed the bitterness of separation – mothers from sons, men from brothers and, wives from husbands – despite being ten miles away,” Ibrahim explains.

Turtuk was opened to visitors only in 2010 and remains under vigilant military watch. It is also an arduous nine-hour drive from Leh in not the greatest roads involving passing the Khardung La at 18,400 feet, and requiring a night halt in between. Few make it to this northernmost village outpost in India, and as such, it is off the beaten track and a hidden gem. Writing about Turtuk therefore, feels somewhat like revealing a secret, which I struggled with. But the beauty of this oasis cocooned within barren mountains and the affection of its Balti community undeniably etch one’s mind that is worth sharing. Plus, this is exactly what Loculars is all about – locally relevant and distinctive experiences for the photographically inclined.

© Ayash Basu. Colorful silk scarfs adorn young women, a habit particularly seen in Balti culture. Compared to other communities in Ladakh, Balti costumes are more colorful with bold patterns.
© Sabyasachi Talukdar. Young kids scrambling for walnuts around trees is a common sight. Some of the younger ones are amazed at the sight of cameras, long lenses and smartphones, literally confused about who we are and what we carry.
© Lopamudra Talukdar. The previous generation of women haven’t had the benefit of education, and work in fields in addition to doing domestic duties in their households. The younger women have access to the local school in the village
© Ayash Basu. Young women help out in the house primarily by looking after younger siblings. By the age of ten, girls look after toddlers in most households as mothers are out working in the fields.

First, a bit about the surrounding region. Before Buddhism found royal sponsorship in the 8th century, this part of Ladakh was the mainstay of Bon rituals and practices. As a result, Old Tibetan influences are found in many local dialects. For all its isolation today, this region featured prominently on the Silk Route and was commercially well connected to China, Persia and India. It wasn’t until the 14th century that Shah Ali Hamdaani, a Persian Sufi, and his spread of Islam turned this into a Nurbakshi Muslim stronghold. With the fall of the Tibetan empire and the rule of the Mughals in India, things were relatively stable until Zoravar Singh, the shrewd Dogra General (and a popular namesake today for many Bollywood baddies) invaded and annexed Ladakh in 1834, as part of King Gulab Singh’s Kashmir.

Turtuk itself comprises of three small hamlets. Farol (upper Turtuk) sits atop a hill and houses plush green buckwheat and barley fields farmed mostly by women. Apricot and walnut farms habitually grace the terrain and provide income to the village. A stroll through Farol invigorates your lungs, even with its thin air as shy children greet you with innocuous smiles on rosy cheeks. Women dry apricots, mulberries and nuts, and cordially greet outsiders but withdraw swiftly at the prospect of a photo. Climbing on walnut trees is encouraged, apricots and apples are just a pluck away, and field after field tease your camera. There is a wholesome chasteness that makes even city-bred organic produce look like stale bread and “a moment spent in Farol is a moment gained in life,” wouldn’t be such a wild thought. The men work with animals higher up in the mountains and many assist the BRO with road maintenance, a priority for the army in this region. Despite unknowingly and unwillingly switching countries overnight, villagers evoke Chewang Rinchen’s assurance and care in 1971, something the Indian army is attentive to. They are a major buyer of Turtuk’s produce, employ many of its men and bring in supplies from Disket for the village.

© Sabyasachi Talukdar. Men take cattle high up in the mountains to graze, they are used to crossing streams, hills and forests on foot, easily going up and down several times a day.
© Lopamudra Talukdar. Small donkeys are found throughout Youl, taking heavy bags of barley from storage homes to the local mill.
© Arghya Chatterjee. Renthukchan, or the mill, is where millet, barley and buckwheat flour is ground powered by hydro-electricity.

Youl (lower Turtuk) lies across a gushing stream accessible through a small suspension bridge built by the locals with the help of the Indian army. The green buckwheat fields of Farol give way to stone houses, some a few hundred years old. To respect the fragile mountains, the community has developed an intricate canal system that channels glacial melt water adjacent to each house. These channels, in addition to bringing water, also act as refrigerators for milk and perishables, and are monitored by the Chunpa (nominated water referees) to ensure equal distribution between houses and fields. The impact of climate change is visibly palpable. Glaciers have retreated, rain cycles have shifted necessitating fuel based drying of produce, erratic cloud bursts have caused devastating landslides, and crops are harder to grow amidst rising temperatures and inflation. This threatens the traditional Balti way of life – shrinking appeal for farming, rising plastic levels, and age-old woolen handlooms, wood and metal work slowly becoming forgotten trades. Instead, the younger generation sways towards guest houses and tourism as a way to grow the economy.

© Arghya Chatterjee. Many elders of the village see themselves as Baltis first, before Indians or Pakistanis and are concerned with the preservation of their trade. This man weaves shawls and caps out of sheep wool, a dying trade.
© Sabyasachi Talukdar. A blacksmith hammers away on domestic utensils that are sold in Leh markets for meagre margins. While visitors bring in tourism money, the lack of a market at scale for such trade threatens the traditional Balti life.
© Sabyasachi Talukdar. Roasted barley kernels are a popular morning snack for kids, and a distraction from their school work.

Chutang is Turtuk’s educational and cultural center. Its school is a delight to watch as young children, mostly girls dressed in their hijabs start the day with the national anthem and a couple of local songs. Resources are limited and teachers are temporary, yet 150 odd children pursue every prospect possible. This is a village largely cut off from the outside world where traditions run deep, but is trying hard to wholeheartedly accept modern education and opportunities. In fact, the village locals, jaded by their long isolation, petitioned for the idyllic valley to open up to visitors in 2010. Just down the alley from the school is Turtuk’s mosque, estimated to be at least 400 years old although no one knows for sure. Striking woodwork and inlays with heavy Persian designs grace the interiors, and the same people who maintain the mosque, light the lamps at the Buddhist monastery atop Farol.

© Ayash Basu. The primary school caters to about the 150 children in the village. Some kids from Turtuk also go to the nearby army school along with neighbors from Thang and Tyakshi.

Turtuk is a sanctuary of greenery, tradition and generosity, to the point of amazement given its backdrop and history. The Balti people are happy and content, with the pain of separation from their loved ones across the border slowly fading away. Villagers and the army share a symbiotic rapport and the young generation is optimistic about the future as connectivity with Leh improves every year. Resources and funding while present, remain scanty, particularly around education and disaster recovery. But the innocence, hospitality and beauty of Turtuk will give you memories for a lifetime (and many compelling photos). Turtuk in Balti literally translates to “a desire to stay,” and boy did they get that right! Its residents perhaps took this meaning to heart and never left Turtuk, even in war. A visit to Turtuk, especially with your good friends, can only be fulfilled with “a desire to go back.” At the end of it all, what feels like discovering a secret, is perhaps more a reminder of how people should be.

© Arghya Chatterjee. The endless buckwheat and barley fields in full bloom with the village maidens casually strolling are a signature Turtuk sight and one that stays long with you after you leave.

Some practical tips

Getting there: ~9 hours by car from Leh with a night halt in Disket or Hunder

Length of stay: Minimum recommended one night and a good part of 2 days, ideally 3 days and 2 nights

When to go: Best times are between June and September

Permits: Arrange in advance in Leh that specifically say Turtuk on the permits, there is an army check post past Bogdang where government issued ids and permits are checked, and recorded. International travelers need to carry passports

Where to stay: Numerous home stays available in Turtuk, plus a few basic but very clean and comfortable guest houses. We had stayed at the Ashoor Guest House (highly recommended). Electricity is available through generators in the evenings only for about 4-5 hours so plan accordingly

Photography: A normal (24-70mm) and telephoto (70-200mm) lens will suffice. Villagers are extremely reserved and shy away from photos being taken. It’s best to respect their privacy, rather engage them in conversation to learn about their village and lives, which they will gladly do and shoot pictures once they are comfortable and let you

Climate: Nights and early mornings are chilly even in summer, requiring warm clothes. Winters are severe with temperatures dropping to around 20 below zero. Turtuk’s altitude is just shy of 10k feet, so acclimatizing beforehand is strongly recommended

Environment: The growing volume of visitors in the past few years has led to increased plastic waste in this region. Please be mindful of what you bring and be sure to clean up after yourself. The Balti community lives in a highly fragile environment and have been facing the consequences of pollution and climate change in no uncertain terms

I’m deeply thankful to Arghya Chatterjee for offering this experience, and his invaluable insights and access in Ladakh. My heartfelt gratitude also to Sabyasachi Talukdar and Lopamudra Talukdar for their enthusiastic participation, warmth, innumerable fun memories, and their photographic contributions to this post. All rights for images belong to the respective copyright holders as noted below each image. Please do not download, use or alter these images in anyway without their express consent.