I think Ladakh is quiet because people do not feel the need to take up space here. It seems like there is room for everything. There is room for the animals and the people. The monasteries and the military bases. The locals and the tourists. The taxis (even though they don’t drive in the lanes and barely drive in the roads) and the motorcycles (who needs a helmet anyway??). There are stray dogs and pet dogs, compost toilets and western toilets, snowless reddish brown mountains and black snow capped ones visible on the horizon when the sun hits just right and no clouds move in front. There is room for carefully planted trees and desert soil. Ladakh is milk tea and butter tea. Ladakh is cold in the morning and hot in the afternoons, and foreign and home all at the same time.