The Forbidden Kingdom of Mustang: A Journey Through Time and Spirit Tucked away beyond the towering ridges of Nepal’s main Himalayan range lies Mustang —once a forbidden kingdom, now a mythical backcountry trek destination that feels like stepping
into another world. This was once the wild horse kingdom, long hidden from the outside gaze, where the soul of the land walks as firmly as the people who tread its ancient trails. Described as “barren as a dead deer,” Mustang is a land of stark beauty — harsh, yet filled with joy, resilience, and centuries of heritage rooted deeply in Tibetan culture. The unofficial capital, Lo Manthang, still stands as a kingdom within a kingdom. Enclosed by crumbling earthen walls, its early history is embroidered more in legend than fact — a tapestry
of myths whispered through time. Until 1951, Mustang remained an autonomous duchy, and to this day, its king holds the honorary rank of Colonel in the Nepal Army, preserving echoes of its regal past. Long closed to foreigners, Upper Mustang remained shrouded in secrecy until 1991, when it finally opened to a limited number of trekkers with special permits. Nestled along the ancient Kali Gandaki trade route, Mustang forms a cultural bridge between the desolate Tibetan Plateau, the rugged hills of Nepal, and the fertile Indian plains. The region’s Lhoba people, untouched for years by Chinese influence, continue to practice Tibetan Buddhism in its purest
form. Trekking through Mustang is like walking through an epic poem carved into ochre cliffs and wind-eroded canyons. Yak caravans, wind-chapped prayer flags, and vivid mud-brick homes all play against a breathtaking backdrop of Nilgiri, Tukuche, Annapurna, and Dhaulagiri —towering peaks that crown the landscape with silence and grandeur.
One of the region’s spiritual highlights is the Tiji Festival, organized annually by Adventure International Trekking. Held in Lo Manthang, this three-day ritual known as "The Demon Hunt” is performed by monks in elaborate masks and robes, reenacting ancient legends to banish evil spirits and restore harmony. People from all over Mustang gather to witness this vibrant celebration of faith, heritage, and renewal. And then, there are the moments that words can barely hold — like the day we arrived, spilling out into a sea of weather-beaten, sun-darkened faces, and the bright-eyed children clinging to rooftops like clusters of wild grapes. Even now, my eyes struggle to believe what they saw. Some truths, after all, can only be understood by the soul. For details or modifications, contact: [email protected]