On the way back, from a very gratifying outing at the Tso Kar Basin, we touched the highway at about 1:30 pm, and soon stopped for lunch at our favourite dhaba in Debring. This was the third time we were stopping there, and the owner immediately recognized us. We’d taken some photographs of him and his friends last year, and had promised to send them to him, having noted down his name and address. Aarti had even got the photographs printed, but we did not send them after the flash floods hit Leh as we were unsure whether the photographs would reach them or not. But we’d remembered to carry them along with us this time, and when Aarti took the photographs out of her bag and gave them to the guy, the expression on his face was truly priceless! He could not stop admiring his solo snap, and soon called his friends from the other two dhabas there, some of whom were also in the photographs. They had a field day looking at their pictures, and we thoroughly enjoyed seeing them so happy. Those were some moments that both of us will cherish for a long long time. It is a wonder how seemingly small gestures can make people so happy.
At the dhaba, we met a Brit with a fully tattooed body who was relaxing. As we started chatting with him, it became apparent that he was a cyclist on the Manali-Leh highway and resting the night here. The shock value came when we got to know that the dude began his cycling at Rishikesh, rode all the way to Rohru via Chakrata, rode further up to Narkanda, did the Spiti circuit and finally was now doing the Manali-Leh highway. Phew! He had been on the road for more than 5 weeks now, and still planned to move on towards Srinagar and probably Zanskar too! Now that’s called a truly adventurous road-trip. Respect!
We meet flat roads again towards the end of Moreh Plains
Urgain's solo shot from last year
Urgain, second from right, and his friend in front of his old dhaba - Shot again from last year
We met all of them again, apart from the Changpa (red t-shirt, 3rd from right), who being a nomad, was not there. - Shot from 2010
As is evident, lunch at Debring was very satisfying, and as we left, the dhaba owner, Urgain, said “Agle saal phir milte hain!” (we’ll meet again next year), and we did not have the heart to tell him that we may not come back the next year. So we simply said that we surely would meet again.
I was quite tired by now, and that feeling of being unwell, which had somewhat disappeared after breakfast, came back full on. I decided to get some rest, and Aarti took the wheel. The climb to Tanglang La was a bit painful, the road being very dusty. A dozer was clearing a landslide halfway up, and we had to wait for half an hour or so for it to clear. We reached the pass somewhere around 3 pm, and took a photography break. If you try hard enough and know where to look, you can actually spot Tso Kar from Tanglang La.
The climb to Tanglang La is being double-laned these days
The view from Tanglang La. Tso Kar can be seen in the distance.
The switchbacks after Tanglang La towards Leh
Being July, there was not much snow to be seen around, except on some mountains near Tanglang La
The descent from the pass was smooth, with the road being mostly tarred and pretty wide. As one enters the valley on the other side of the pass, the scenery changes dramatically, the barren mountains get a definite purplish touch, and the greenery returns. The road is nicely tarred, and villages reappear. Rumstse greets you with its white chortens and green fields, followed by the Gya monastery and Lato along with other small settlements. The sight of civilization after 1.5 days of wilderness was welcome. The road runs mostly level with the Khyammar river, and at many bends we could see the destruction caused by the flash floods last year, with parts of the road completely washed away.
The plains after descending from Tanglang La, greenery returns
Gya gompa is located on the other bank of Khyammar river
A pretty farm next to the highway at Lato village
Shades of purple start appearing on the mountains.
Riding along the Khyammar river, till it drains itself into the mighty Indus
At Upshi, we said hello to the lovely Indus, and also to long, straight roads in a wide open valley, much in contrast to the narrow, purple valley that we had just exited. From here on till Leh, there is habitation throughout, and one gets to see army camps almost every 5 kms. The Stakna Monastery, perched on a hill to the left of the road, was a pretty sight in the evening light.
The flat road next to Indus, all the way to Leh
A canal runs besides the Indus here.
Stakna Monastery
Our unemployed-for-two-days mobiles suddenly received full network at Upshi, and were soon flooded with smses from people concerned about our fate in the Rohtang jam. That is when we realized that nobody actually knew that we’d managed to free ourselves of that horrible jam the same day. Parents had to be called up immediately, and friends we were meant to meet in Leh also had to be contacted. Aarti took care of all this, while I took the wheel again, and we finally reached Leh around 6:30 pm.
We checked into our pre-booked hotel, Padma, where we had stayed last year as well. After quickly freshening up, which made me feel better, we set out for dinner with friends at Sunbeam Cafe on Fort Road. It was awesome to meet close friends in Leh - three college friends, one of them now my business partner, and his wife. We thoroughly enjoyed even the bad food at Sunbeam Cafe, and then walked down the road for some equally bad coffee and dessert. Our friends were planning to scale Stok Kangri, and were to leave the day after for their expedition. They were going to Pangong Tso the next day and asked us to come along, but we unfortunately had our permit work to do, so had to decline.