It’s been almost 4 weeks since I’ve stayed in Ladakh and I’ve experienced many memorable moments. One of the funniest experiences I’ve had is the countless times I had to watch above my head. This is usually because of the entrances to homes and religious buildings that are purposefully low. This is because it is Buddhist etiquette to lower your head to show respect. All of my experiences of watching above my head was from the low entrances except for one experience that my group mates keep joking about to me.
Around halfway of our course, we stayed in a traditional Ladakhi village in a place 2 to 3 hours away from Leh called Taar. During my stay there, I experienced their culture and traditions, such as helping them out in farming and cooking Ladakhi food. I also used their toilet which was a compost toilet where the waste is used for farming purposes. This was not my first time using one so I didn’t experience any personal problems, except when I found a hole in the low rock ceiling leading to the roof which is where our Ache-le’s (Our host) father and mother in-law live. I just assumed it was a broken roof and ignored it, until one time in the middle of the night when I had to use the bathroom. When I saw bits of dust falling from the ceiling in different places, I knew someone was walking above me. After a few seconds, the dust stopped falling, but near the ceiling hole. Suddenly, some kind of liquid fell from the hole. I instantly knew what it was in a horrific way and rushed to the closest wall where I could dodge it. The father or mother in-law above me couldn’t see me because the toilet was pitch-black. I tried communicating above that I’m in the toilet and to stop but they couldn’t understand me. When it finally stopped, I thought I escaped with no problem in the end, until when I could sense a smell and a wetness on my head.