HVK Scorpio Aug 12, Bombay-Behror, 1402 kms
Aug 13, Behror-Rampur, 692 kms
Aug 14, Rampur-Chitkul, 144 kms
Aug 15, Chitkul-Pooh, 207 kms
Aug 16, Pooh-Kaza, 178 kms
Aug 17-19, Kaza, 291 kms
Aug 20, Kaza-Jispa, 236 kms
Aug 21, Jispa-Leh, 374 kms
Aug 22, Leh-Kargil, 343 kms
Aug 23, Kargil-Padum, 248 kms
Aug 24, Padum-Kargil, 275 kms
Aug 25, Kargil-Leh, 259 kms
Aug 26, Leh, 148 kms
Aug 27, 2011, Leh-Turtuk, 241 kms
Aug 28, 2011, Leh-Pangong Tso, 445 kms Aug 29, 2011, Pangong-Hanle, 203 kms
So we went back to the
Merak Village to the only house which had a Bolero pick-up standing outside. Will they be prepared to take back TS to some spot where he can hitch-hike his way to his rendezvous with us the next day? Lukung? Tangtse? Karu? Leh?
TS is one of those global travellers who is game for anything including riding a Kiyang, chasing a Mormot, driving a truck or, why not, climbing the high mountains to the other side where presumably Mahe is!! The guys were friendly, also offered their house for homestay too, and were OK giving a "taxi" ride to Lukung, but their asking price was too much. So over the next 15 minutes, we tried to wear them down on the price and after some haggling, we did bring the price down - although I guess TS thought the price to be too steep! So we put TS on his way much to his regret, he had wanted so much to do this Merak-Chushul-hanle circuit which is definitely one of the prettiest in Ladakh. So we said bye to TS with the prayer in our lips that we meet each other after 24 hours!
That episode caused a delay of an hour and we left Merak Check Post at
1230 pm. Truly the most spectacular terrain, as the "road" winds its way along the banks of the Pangong Lake as we moved closer towards the China border.
Kijangs! Being on the Scorpio had its advanatges as we were the first one on the spt, being the leading car, but the Kijangs are not that timid and they gave us enough time to shoot them.
At one point, we turned away from the Pangong Lake from which point it entered China - where over 75% of it flowed - and we had already driven 45 kms from Lukung.
Chushul was the only decent-sized village which was also one of the major border posts. The road leading into Chushul had a broken bridge and we were left wandering around searching for a way to get to the village. That involved the cars dipping into a water crossing with a steep descent/ ascent and with the help of some kids who were excited to sit in our car and guided us we managed to reach Chushul village. No army in evidence though. You can also reach Chushul directly from Tangtse via Parma, that must be across the mountains. All the way to Chushul, we had driven on plains, but after Chushul that was to change.
We did have some ideas of having "lunch" at Chushul, but there was no restaurant, not even a tea shop there. So I guess the hunger put some more determination into the team to go on as fast as possible.
I was worried that we were already quite late - we had covered less than
70 kms since the morning at
200 pm and we still had to cover
double that distance to reach Hanle before dark - seemed like a tall task, and a scary one at that too since we had to cross some mean mountain passes and check posts in between, with no facilities for food or stay anywhere till Hanle. And that was totally new land for all of us, none of us had any experience with the route ahead. My stress levels - my speed moved up proportionately, but so did the joviality of the team (and inversely their speeds!) - and I started up the steep ascent to Tsaga la as though I was on an expressway. I am sure that Lalu was sorely disappointed that I did not stop at
Rezang la for some photo shots - which the others behind me did - and we found ourselves marvelling at some incredible views all around.
There was no road (or sign boards) - we had only some faint tracks to follow. All I knew was that I had to climb up the steep Tsaga la, and I navigated looking at that squiggling track up the mountains afar!!! There was a sole army truck chugging along which we soon overtook. Then I saw a
Police Gypsy come from the other side, and they were bemused to see us - gestured us to stop, asked to see our permits and then waved us on. Needless to say, we had not seen any other tourists after we had left Spangimik - and we did not see any till we reached Tso Moriri the next night! I guess the cops also shared the same feelings - who are these guys?
Some bad sections with water crossings, but the Scorpio pulled ahead hoping that the rest of the team would catch up till a stage where we were almost 30 minutes ahead of the rest of the team. I remember stopping in the middle of nowhere, turning off my blinkers and hoping that the next car (Jeep Captain Bolero) would see me. There was a confusing fork that the army truck took, which I could espy what looked like an alternative road on the foot of the mountains - we were on a plateau - and of course, we were not sure of our route anyway, but had high hopes that we would get somewhere!
415 pm -
Tsaga la, 4660 metres
Later on when I saw Google Maps, I realised that the "road" all the way from Chushul was hugging the border with China with only the high mountain between us. At Tsaga la, there was this sign post pointing to Tara which presumably was one of the border positions.
Descent from Tsaga la was steep towards the Tsaga vllage. So far, the only signs of inhabitation had been the army truck, the police Gypsy and an old lady in the shepherd's hut, aprt from a small worker's camp that we saw far away in one of the detours.
Tsaga village looked quite big, it even had a bypass, and some way ahead, we got to the Tsaga check post where we all regrouped after the permits were checked.
445 pm when we left the
Tsaga check post. Red carpet - as Lalu described it. The mountains around acquired all shades, colours and hues, but the lovely tar road took us fast on what looked like a huge valley. And with greenery in it. Ladakh truly is astounding, we thought, every valley is different. Lots of kijangs, horses, sheep, birds, yaks - truly a wild life paradise. By now, I was in a hurry to reach Hanle before sun down and everyone got down to business rapidly as the 6-car convoy loved the beautiful tarmac as much as the grand vistas all around.
The oncmoing
army convoy - one of the drivers got excited seeing all those MH number plates (since he was from Maharashtra too!). We were on the banks of the
River Indus again since we left Leh - this was one of the points where it entered India from China, the bird life was rich. We could see on the far side the road to Dungti/Fukche/Demchok and at the
Loma check post, we met some friendly army men who were happy Indians also were intrepid enough to come to such far away and difficult places. Loma (525 pm) is the junction of roads leading back to Leh (via Nyoma, Mahe, Upshi), Demchok (via Dingti, Fukche) and Hanle (via Rhongo), also our route.
Rhongo is one of the largest army supply bases for the entire region, and we wondered at the exotic border posts which depended on them for their survivial. The place is full of ITBF jawans and trucks. The Loma-Hanle road was one of the best experiences this day. Mountains changing colour faster than a chamelon, bright-coloured flower/ bushes growing out of nowhere, Kijangs grazing peacefully in the all-pervasive pastures and the sun setting on the hills casting its golden colours.
Ecstasy - what an experience, what an ambience, what a feeling! I think all of us had that buoyant feeling as we neared Hanle - the road itself was fast although there were some nasty ups and downs - and for the first time in many days, the music blared out in my car radio. KSM-vTEC was chasing me and just before Hanle town we stopped for the others to catch up - and did a jig on the road!
2 Swifts, 1 Alto, 1 Bolero - all present, but where was the JC Bolero? We were anxious that he was missing although the rest of the team had reached. It turned out that one of the ITBF trucks did not let him overtake and he got delayed, but he appeared on the horizon finally to our collective relief.
The sun had set when we entered
Hanle at
645 pm. Before town, we saw another exciting road go off to Photila, surely n our shopping list for the enxt trip!
We drove through Hanle village in, ahem, 1 minute or so. Nothing inspiring there, no one to be seen. No hotels, we knew that earlier, but we were now searching for homestays which was the only way to stay here. The Hanle Telescope Guest House was not the place to house 14 guys, which was one reason we did not try booking rooms there in advance from their HQ in Bangalore.
How does one find a
homestay in Hanle? Leaving behind the team, I went around, found a guy with a Vespa scooter and he directed me to the only 2-storeyed building in the village, apparently some sort of Town Hall with dorm acco. But that was securely locked and reminded me of one of those Ramsay Production haunted houses. Thankfully, just behind that, a lady responded to our shouts and said, why don't you come over, we may have rooms for you to stay!
That was the house of
Mr Rangdor 08991922047, also the place with a satellite telpehone booth. We looked around the place, one room was musty, the other reeked of fresh paint, but did we have a choice? No.
We asked for dinner. She said No. We asked for Tea. She said maybe. We asked for hot water. She raised her eyebrows. Toilets? She guffawed. I guess you mentally get the picture now!