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Chasing ghosts across the top of the world; Elusive and in rapid decline, snow leopards have become a holy grail for wildlife tourists. SARAH MARSHALL braves high altitudes and low temperatures on the trail of one of the world's most captivating creatures.

'D been warned about it; the swirling black hole that sucks away all breath, body warmth and rational thinking.

IBut here I am, coiled tightly into a ball like a startled millipede at the bottom of my sleeping bag, struggling to gasp the thin, icy air that circulates the mountaintops at 3,700m above sea level.

I'm reminding myself exactly why I've chosen to camp in temperatures that dip to a mind-numbing minus 27degC at night.

Only the sound of hulking yaks snuffling for scant vegetation, metal bells clanging around their necks, is a welcome reminder that life can, against the odds, exist here.

Harsh, hostile but overwhelmingly beautiful, the Himalayan mountain range is a fitting habitat for one of the world's most elusive and endangered big cats: the snow leopard.

According to estimates from the International Union for the Conservation of Nature, there are between 4,000 and 6,500 of these mountain ghosts left in the wild, encompassing a range of 12 central Asian countries.

Coy, aloof and enigmatic creatures, they are notoriously difficult to spot, and at their home on the roof of the world, they rarely entertain visitors.

But one of the most accessible and opportune places to see snow leopards is Hemis National Park in the eastern Ladakh region of India's Jammu and Kashmir state. Accessible, though, is a word used relatively.

During the summer months, the park's green valleys become a magnet for soul-searching backpackers and hardy trekkers heading to the Stok Kangri peak, but in February and March, when temperatures plummet the crowds disappear.

Yet this is the time when blue sheep drop down from the mountains, pursued by hungry snow leopards, who in turn attract wildlife tourists in search of their quarry.

After landing amidst the snowy jagged peaks of the military airport at Ladakhi capital Leh - a reminder of our proximity to the Pakistan border - we drive into the granite folds until we reach the end of the road. From here, our belongings are piled onto donkeys, and we slip and stumble along a frozen river, grabbing onto the frail skeletons of willow trees for balance.

Our simple eight-tent camp is in the Husing Valley, with no running water or electricity, and the toilet - which affectionately becomes known as slum dogs - is essentially a hole in the frosty ground.

Snow leopard tourism is still in its infancy, and capturing the cats on film or video has become a holy grail for wildlife enthusiasts.

When National Geographic photographer Steve Winter published camera trap images of the animals in 2008, interest in Hemis piqued, and in the past few years, winter visitors have increased from a handful to a hundred.

My guide, Paul Goldstein, an award-winning wildlife photographer with a fascination for predators, became hooked when he first visited Hemis last year - even though he didn't see a single cat.

The conditions are punishing and the odds are stacked against us, but even the knowledge that these mountain ghosts might have drifted along the same ridge where I'm now sitting causes my heart to race with excitement.

Early every morning, before sunrise, a team of eagle-eyed spotters recruited from nearby villages head out to set up spotting scopes, searching for the 10 snow leopards that realm this valley. Being crepuscular, dawn and dusk are the best times to catch the cats on the move.

With radio signals limited, communication is mainly human, and news of sightings is delivered by resilient messengers who sprint with remarkable ease at such high altitude.

After combing ice crystals from my hair and applying heat pads to every extremity, I set off to join them. Struggling to gain any purchase on the loose scree, every footstep feels arduous, and as we gain altitude, my breath quickens.

Overhead, hardy lammergeier vultures circle the fractured mountain peaks, where fault lines resemble the wrinkly, saggy skin on an old man's stumpy neck.

Having chosen our vantage point, we pull out binoculars and wait. Then we wait some more.

The sun now out, the temperature has risen to a tropical four degrees. Paul amuses us with games and jokes, shooting the breeze with delightfully tasteless punchlines. And when we tire of talking, we sit and appreciate the silence, broken only by the ringing call of red-billed choughs.

One of our spotters, Jigmid, tells us that snow leopards have been known to venture into villages, decimating livestock. At one time, they would have been shot, but that now carries a hefty prison sentence.

After six hours, we've seen nothing, save a few blue sheep kicking up dust storms as they scamper down bone dry precipices. So as stars begin to light up the night sky, we head back to camp, huddle around a gas heater and play Pass The Pigs.

Every night, the support team prepare an impressive feast including chapatis, pizzas and even a chocolate cake iced with leopard paw prints.

The following morning, though, we awake to a much more welcome furore - news that a snow leopard has been spotted close to the camp.

Tugging on base layers and pulling a down jacket over my pyjamas, I pick up my camera and race out. With no food and little sleep, I'm exhausted, and rely on our wonderful porters to haul me up the last few metres.

Ahead of me, cumbersome camera lenses form an arc along the ridge, like firearms on the front line.

And then she appears on the horizon, silhouetted against the blue daybreak sky, and flanked by her two princes, both one-year-old juveniles. Standing before us is a third of the valley's snow leopard population.

Using their muscular, bushy tails for balance, the trio drop down sheer escarpments and leap between ridges, traversing gaps several times their body length. Against a mottled backdrop of the sandy rock, their camouflage is incredible and we struggle to keep sight of them.

Finally, they settle in a cave, and even though they are 2km away, the excitement is palpable. For 22-year-old porter Stanzin, who lives in a nearby village, this is his first sighting of a snow leopard, and I know the goosebumps on his arms and neck have nothing to do with the cold.

We stand on a snowy 45-degree angle slope for seven hours, becoming intimately familiar with every crag, crevice and contour on the rock face, until the sun falls behind the mountain, pulling the plug on our electrifying show.

Although nothing more than mere specks in scopes, our sighting of snow leopards is worth more to me than any HD image beamed on a giant plasma TV screen. Because this is real.

They may appear more intangible than supernatural phenomena, but these mountain ghosts are out there somewhere. Be patient, bide your time, and there's a chance you might find that holy grail.

NEED TO KNOW s | | SARAH MARSHALL was a guest of Exodus who offer the 15-day In Search Of The Snow Leopard tour from PS2,099 per person, including flights, seven nights hotel accommodation, five nights fully-serviced camping and one-night homestay.

Departures are next on |February 6 and 15, 2015. Click or call 0845 805 9424.

Paul Goldstein also leads |photographic tours, including a 2015 snow leopard departure. Visit


Photographer Paul Goldstein jokes with some of his team |

Trekking in Hemis | National Park, Ladakh, India
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Date:Nov 20, 2014
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