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| MY TAKE ON Day 11, September 22, 2009, Karzok-Pang-Sarchu-Keylong, 359 kms
2,4,6,8,10,12,14,
That was approximately the number of attempts to crank up the engine that cold morning in Karzok, the coldest of the trip. All our cars had been parked nose away from the open, sweatered with newspaper and gunny bags, and yet we had quite a task on our hand starting some of the cars. Luckily, all of us had robust batteries that could take the long cranking session. No brushing my teeth this morning, my teeth were chattering too much in the cold already, can’t gargle the colder water. Nonetheless, it was commendable that 4 Scorpios set off from Karzok into the rising sun at 610 am, even the hotel guys were amazed at our tenacity and determination. There was the white Scorpio tailing me when I left the tent camp, but suddenly I saw a black Bolero come in between – hey, that is Anirudh, what is he doing here, he is supposed to be in Tso Kar. AB it was, he and Doc M Scorpio had come late last evening to Tso Moriri after failing to get accommodation in Tso Kar. So it was indeed a happy reunion of the 6 cars and a round of group photographs of several woolen caps – with owner’s faces also somewhere hidden down! And it was a loud happy birthday for Bidisha Basu.
The dirt tracks were great and we all zig-zagged the cars creating huge dust storms, but then there was one section where they were relaying the roads using some big nasty boulders – and we had to go off road in the loose sand, caused lots of misery to the cars, some got stuck, but happily we all survived. Once we returned to Sumdo, we rejoined the Mahe-Tso Kar road which was in a miserable condition. White salt residues lined the road. Our misery increased when the tar road began, it was bumpier than the dirt road. A few steep climbs and river crossings later, the valley widened out as we approached Tso Kar Lake. This is wild *** country, and there were packs of them. AB and I chased one large pack – Nat Geo style – and we all got some great shots. Not forgetting the black-necked cranes too. Tso Kar village looked quite uninspiring, and would not recommend anyone even pause there.
We joined the main Leh-Upshi-Pang-Manali road at around 910 am – 87 kms from Karzok – near Debring which is a tea shop without any signages. Tanglang la loomed ahead towards Leh, this was one of the highest passes we 4 Scorpios had to miss during this trip. We plunged into the More Plains where driving off the road in the dirt tracks was faster and more fun than taking the pot-holed tar road that shied away towards the hill side. However, take care, the dirt tracks have loose sand in some places and you can easily misjudge the size of some of the craters and scrape your bottom. I guess we were all airborne in some sections, and thus reached Pang at 1120 am, where we had what could be termed as brunch for the next 1 hour. Pang is an army camp with a few tea shops strewn around. No hotels here, but the tea shops here have dormitories where they hire out beds for Rs 50 apiece. Surprisingly, the tea shop where we stopped over had an attached toilet. “Black” diesel is also available here.
The road from Pang to Sarchu has some of the most spectacular terrain, typical McKenna’s country, the road cutting through steep escarpments and some rare sights – a frozen waterfall, stalactites, multi-coloured rocks. The Kanglajal, 9 kms from Pang, which was the cause of many a shudder earlier in the season (2-3 feet of water crossing in the latter part of the day with snow melt), was a simple rocky bed with hardly any water. We were in Lachulung la (16,665 feet) before we knew it within 15 minutes we were 1,000 feet down, only to climb up again to the Nakila (16,216 feet). The Gata Loops – 21 levels of road descending 1,500 feet in 10 kms – were great to drive down, but don’t forget to stop and look at the beautiful Tsarap chu river (also a tributary to the Zanskar/Indus) blasting its way through the mountain ranges. I am quite a risk-averse guy, don’t fancy taking any of the OTR steep short-cuts down which are very steep, rough and can cause a nasty topple-over if you are not careful. We ran into a large herd of Ibex, the shy mountain goats that are native to this region. Whisky and Brandy – the names of 2 of the bridges that you cross once you come down the Gata Loops, ostensibly named by army jawans who manned the camps at these places. Sarchu, 14,155 feet high, 315 pm, is a windswept valley, bitterly cold, and ringed by some beautiful ravines. The army camp and the attendant tea shops, Pang-style, offer little solace, and it is better to head further up the road (9 kms) and stay at the luxury tent camps there. The season having already ended, only one of the tent camps was open – the Adventure Camp – the other two having already wound up. Sarchu is so cold in winter that no one dares stay in these parts. We had originally planned to stay at Sarchu for the night, but no one was keen on spending one more night shivering in tents and we all yearned to get back to the lower hills of the Lahaul Valley. So we moved on, climbing now towards the Baralacha la (16,133 feet) , which we reached at 450 pm. Did we see the Suraj Tal – don’t know whether the small tear of a pool was that one? Baralacha la had heavy snowfall a few days ago and the hill sides were all-white, although the roads were in great form. We were all in a hurry to get to Keylong and in no mood to pose for any more photographs, since we had heard that there were some bad roads up ahead and were anxious to cross them before dark. Outstanding – that is the state of the roads, they had been widened and freshly laid, and I could whiz down at 80-100 kmph without any fear, as the army camps of Zing Zing bar, Karo and Patseo flashed by. I was way ahead of the rest of the pack since we had already decided to form 2 teams – one heading for Kaza the next day, the rest returning to Delhi.
At Darcha, the bridge across the Bhaga River was washed away and one has to wade across the wide river bed (luckily, water flow was low, although it has been known to be 2-3 feet high at times especially in May and June), and we were lucky that it was just 555 pm and there was a lot of light to pick out the sharp large boulders and gingerly climb up the steep embankment back to the road. Darcha has some small guest houses, but you get better lodgings in Jispa 6 kms away. However, with the end of the season, the Padma Lodge had already shuttered its windows and the Hotel Jispa/Ibex (an expensive joint) was bursting at its seams with tourists on their way to Leh (this is a popular Day 1 halt in the Manali-Leh drive).
We reached Keylong, the district headquarter town of the Lahaul Valley, at 645 pm, and managed to snag the last 2 rooms in the excellent Hotel Chanderbhaga run by the HPTDC. Our friends who followed half an hour later were disappointed and had to search for rooms in other hotels in the Keylong market. After many days, it was a relief to be back to the lower altitudes (only 10,000 feet!), seeing so much greenery all around and we sunk into the soft mattresses of the palatial rooms that HPTDC had to offer, partake of the excellent food (Room + Food for 2 Rs 1,500 per room) and talk on mobile phones after 2 days. It was also one of the longest drives in many days, all of 360 kms, and we were deeply satisfied that we were ahead of schedule. We had crossed 3 high passes – Lachulung la, Nakila and Baralacha la, all 5000 metres or higher, and reached Himachal Pradesh.
Kumar |