There were quite a few castle ruins scattered around the countryside. Tales of trade route protection and conflict hidden within thier ancient walls.
Above the snow line. A short lived snowball fight. Tendi was way too accurate.
The red, grey and browness of the place is stark and quite beautiful in it’s own wild lonely way.
A woman carding wool. One of very very few pictures I was able to take of people. She said yes to the camera, most say a resounding no.
The Upper Mustang is a pretty barren area except around villages where people have irrigated and planted trees and crops.