Sailing is tough business, one of the last frontiers of human experience in the natural world, in one of the last remaining wild parts of the planet–the ocean. There’s a small group of people who spend as much time as possible there – contriving their work, their relationships, and everything else in their lives to make it possible to be at sea for as long as possible.
In the Kham region of Tibet, there are families who have been nomadic herders for thousands of years. Almost everything they need, they get from a herd of yaks who graze on the wide expanse of grassy hills within sight of the distant peaks of the Himalayas. Last fall, Stephanie Guyer-Stevens went to Kham and met a family of nomads and their yaks. She heard about the spirits that protect the holy mountains, and learned about some yak economics. Families now send their kids away to school, and there is increasing pressure for them to join the modern economy. The nomadic life is gradually fading away.
There I was, an Indian woman on the move in a strange new land – Mongolia – and it didn’t feel so strange. So much resonated – especially the voices of other women – like Monjago, a nomadic herder, Munkhtsetseg, a horse trainer, Onika, a student, Amgalan, a language teacher and Jainaa, a singer. They made faraway feel like home.