Everything felt like a mistake. My mind was numb, blood oozed out of the fingers of my right hand courtesy of the hanging mesh wires on the dangling bridge. It was an indigenous structure made with a combination of stones, branches and twigs with ropes balanced by the weight of a few large stones. The Tsarap Chu flowed beneath and the so-called bridge appeared to sway (Chu means river in Zanskari).

Coloured chortens; white represents knowledge, yellow – wisdom and black represents the protector.

While sipping butter tea in the morning, locals at Purne village had told me that the walk to Phuktal Monastery (also spelt as Phugtal Monastery) was fairly easy and would take two-three hours. Its a constant theme in the mountains; these kind hearted people don’t want to scare off outsiders and hence they encourage travellers to go and see the places that they have come so far for.

Walking through walls of sand which felt like they would crumble if I as much as touched them

After coming across some Nepali workers at the start of the trail, there wasn’t even a bird or another sound for company except the waters of Tsarap Chu which had caused widespread damage in Zanskar & Lungnak Valley some months ago (Remember the cancellation of Chadar Trek in 2015).

Sharp, jagged rocks with a slender path meant I had to be on my guard always

The news of destruction in the valley had travelled far and wide and deterred trekkers from making this unfathomable journey. Purne Village had felt like a mirage in the lifeless terrain. Beautiful green fields interspersed and whitewashed houses with barley fields completed a pretty picture of this village perched at over 4000 metres.

Here is the legend, I wasn’t kidding after all!

A narrow stone bridge at the confluence of two rivers had been crossed to reach Purne. Kargyak Chu was clean and white, while the waters of Tsarap river were dark and muddy; they merged to form Lungnak Chu that eventually meets more tributaries near Padum to be called Zanskar river which flows through the dramatic Zanskar gorge to ultimately unite with Indus river at Nimmu (known as the Confluence), visible from the Srinagar-Leh highway.

The Lama beckons to me while I summon all my reserves of strength

I was armed with alpenliebe candy, my trusted partner on treks and long walks in the Himalayas. The path was fairly wide to start with but intermittently became an up and down trek when I had to walk on the riverbank before beginning my ascent again. The scenery was scarcely believable, mountains of various shapes and sizes jutted into the sky; mane stones with religious Buddhist carvings lie scattered on crossings to ward off evil spirits. Phuktal Gompa had been a dream for many years… I was so close now!

Look at those maroon robes in that rugged landscape!

At times, the path became slender and clung to the right side of the mountain, loose sand shifted into the river under the weight of my foot and one wrong step would have had me tumbling into the river below. An experienced trek leader from New Zealand had already been washed away by the waters of Tsarap chu earlier this year.

A window to envy; looking out into centuries of history and culture

A combination of chance happenings had resulted in me having only nine hundred rupees in my pocket. Though that was the last thing on my mind because I knew with kind mountain people around some way would be worked around that.

Lunch time meant it was a good opportunity to mingle with these little kid Lamas

After the initial fascination with Ladakh, and then Spiti ; I had come to believe that it was this remote valley of Lungnak that was perhaps the last vestige of Tibetan Buddhism. Closed to the outside world for over nine months every year due to its remoteness.

An alleyway of whitewashed buildings and monks houses all piled upon one another on a vertical cliff

A Lama in maroon robes had stood, waving his hands and gesturing toward me that indeed the bridge had to be crossed to reach Phuktal Monastery. My head spun when I stood looking at the flowing water at the start of the flimsy temporary structure. The few tourists that came this year had come from Cha village side, via a path that clung to a precipitous vertical drop on a steep mountain – just to avoid this bridge – and the folks at Purne had chosen to not tell me about it. There was no point in instilling fear for something which had to be crossed.

There are some moments in life which leave you speechless; this was one for me

I was supposed to hold the side rope for support and keep breathing normally and not panic if the wind caused the bridge to sway. With a giant leap of faith I was transported to the other side and almost collapsed in the Lama’s arms with a mixture of shock and happiness. Another kilometre remained before I could finally pay my obeisance at the remotest monastery in the world!

Every family usually sends the eldest son to a monastery to study and become a monk

Excerpts from Janet Rizvi’s, Ladakh : “The situation of the great monastery of Phuktal is perhaps the most dramatic of any anywhere in Ladakh. It is affiliated to the Gelugpa order, also called Yellow Hat sect which the Dalai Lama practices. The main temples have been constructed inside a huge cave in a cliff face above the river, while the houses of the monks and other buildings cling dangerously to a vertical cliff below. It is believed to have been established in the 11th Century and the paintings inside bear a striking resemblance to Alchi in Ladakh and Tabo in Spiti, both established by the great translator Rinchen Zangpo.”

The Hungarian scholar who spent time at Phuktal Gönpa and translated the first dictionary from Tibetan to English

The wonderfully maintained monastery guesthouse served tea while the monks chatted amongst themselves. It was almost noon and I was asked to rush to the monastery where lunch was being served in the dazzling courtyard that overlooked the entire valley. The monastery watches over life in the entire valley and commands power over important decisions even as they run a monastic school for kids in the entire valley.

A young Lama peers into the camera

One of the senior Lamas assigned a novice to show me around. I watched the paintings and murals in awe while still being in pain due to the many cuts on my fingers. One is not allowed to click pictures inside any part of Phuktal Gonpa. The Bodhisattvas were magnificently carved and appeared to be live forms of the Gods and Goddesses. I was also shown a dark room from where water mysteriously appeared inside the cave of the monastery of which the source is still unknown.

Exquisite carvings on one of the doors of the monastery.

I tried peeking down from the side walls of the monastery when the little lama told me that a kid had fell off and died while doing the same a few months ago. It was a scary thought. We were on a limestone cliff with a sheer vertical drop into the river below.

I was particularly keen to attend the three o’ clock prayer that was held everyday in the Dukhang. That wasn’t to be. The monks advised me to ask for help in crossing the bridge safely and go back to Purne since I was alone and there was a danger of wild animals in the dark. I had promised to them and myself that I would return again and attend the prayers.

My heart had warmed with this gesture by a high ranked Lama, everywhere I went people asked me where did I get that cap!

I had complimented one monk on his Zanskari hat and he was gracious enough to just take it off and present it to me. Wow, the kind Lamas of Phuktal!!

He said ‘I am happy an Indian has dared to come alone via the long path from Lahaul.’

Later in the evening, when a herd of Ibex had come to drink water from the river under the moonlight, and Ladakhi songs played from someone’s mobile with the free flowing Chaang (barley beer) and I had earned my dinner by peeling fresh peas from the field, I realised happiness lies in little things.

A lone Cypress tree grows on top of this timeless structure


This was such an overwhelming experience for me that words struggled to express my feelings. I shall be penning down the rest of my memories of making this epic trek in Zanskar.

I had stumbled and starved, but the goodness of strangers meant that I was back to civilisation in the small town of Padum even in the absence of cash. I wouldn’t change one thing about life and would make the same mistakes again. It is just too beautiful to live any other way.

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41 responses to “Stunning Experiences from the Most Remote Monastery in the World – Phuktal”

  1. Pranjal Avatar

    Amazing account man. Kudos!

    1. shubhammansingka Avatar

      Hey Pranjal! Thank you so much for the kind words 🙂

  2. pc73 Avatar

    such an adventurous soul you are!! I haven’t heard of anyone else do such treks!! you make your own way 🙂

  3. omiey07 Avatar

    Great Story 🙂

    1. shubhammansingka Avatar

      Thank you Umang. 🙂

    1. shubhammansingka Avatar

      Hey! Thanks Deepika for the appreciation. 🙂

  4. Reshma Avatar

    Wow! The place looks so pristine and incredibly beautiful. And your awesome write up transported me to the valley virtually. It looks splendid! Hats off for exploring

    1. shubhammansingka Avatar

      Thanks Reshma. So glad to know that. You must go there someday. 🙂

  5. hackernewbie Avatar

    Stories from somewhere I have waited long to hear.

    To me, it is nothing less than magical. Phugtal gompa …. a place I have dreamed about since quite some time now.

    Thanks for sharing insights about this magical place. I would wait to hear more stories from this lost world.


    1. shubhammansingka Avatar

      And I must thank you for making me write it. More Zanskar stories your way then!

      1. hackernewbie Avatar

        All the pleasure is mine bhai. Would wait for more stories eagerly!


  6. SandeepaChetan Avatar

    Thank you so much for sharing this, I was reading through it, as excited as a kid from a candy store; and also nostalgic! So many places (and people) look familiar. We had clicked a picture of the same little monk you have up here! Surprisingly (and thankfully!), we hadn’t seen this bridge, even though we went via both; Cha and Purne. Till where has the road been constructed now? The year we went, it was almost reaching Anmu.

    1. shubhammansingka Avatar

      Haha!I can imagine that, very very few people go up that side. The bridge developments are recent and the road has been mostly washed away. The devastation is complete.
      We must sit someday and share stories. 🙂

      1. SandeepaChetan Avatar

        That sounds like a neat idea 🙂

  7. Umesh Kumar Avatar

    I’m amazed, reading your travel posts and the solo travelling and wonder, If I’d be able to do this at any point of time in my life. I came in here from Facebook, the incident at Garhwal and really happy that you made it out safe from there. And really hope that you are pas that.

    1. shubhammansingka Avatar

      If you put your heart to it, you can too! I would be glad to help you in any way possible.
      Thanks for the good wishes, Umesh.

      1. Umesh Kumar Avatar

        For how long you are in Jaipur? Any upcoming plans?

  8. Ut Avatar

    Wow.. Super stuff !!

  9. Everything_Candid Avatar

    Stunning account! Your every travel story gives me another reason to travel.
    Himalaya is forever!

    1. shubhammansingka Avatar

      Thanks Himanshu. Its an awesome place to go to; Phugtal. Hope to go there someday too. 🙂

  10. Swati Jain Avatar

    Brings back my memories of Phuktal. Amazing account. Thank you so much. Phuktal shall remain special always 🙂

    1. shubhammansingka Avatar

      Thanks Swati. I’m glad this account could do that 🙂 Cheers

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  12. Polomi Avatar

    Vow!!!!!!!!Did you go here..?? god knows when will I see all this!!. looks like a dream world to me..Hope I see this place soon!!

    1. shubhammansingka Avatar

      Thanks Polomi, obviously I did. You just have to decide and your dreams can turn into reality. 🙂 Best wishes.

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  16. shoma abhyankar Avatar

    Exciting and little dangerous… I am not sure I can hack this kind of journey. Wow.

    1. shubhammansingka Avatar

      Thanks for checking, Shoma. I think when we are already on the path, it all becomes easier. Best wishes :))

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  19. schelling Avatar

    Great post. Keep on getting on!

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  21. Aarti Avatar

    Such a wonderful account to hear from you, every scene came alive and my urge to go to the valley increased. Thanks Shubham! Wishing you abundance and success.

    1. shubhammansingka Avatar

      Yay, thanks so much Aarti !! Reading this made my day.

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