Zingral is a small Army camp base around 12 km from Chang la top. Army men acclimatize here before they are further posted in higher altitudes. This post also serves the purpose of controlling the tourist and local traffic as and when the weather turns inclement over and near Chang la top.
Zingral as such has no places to stay nor restaurants or dhabas for food.
As I stop curious Army men come up and chat. Soon was offered tea and then lunch - having just arrived here at Zingral before their lunch hours end. Thank them for the wonderful offer, very much hungry for a good meal after all the cycling and I head off towards the canteen for some belly-filling food of rice, dal, vegetables and egg curry.
After such a good heavy lunch - which of course is much, much better than munching on dry Maggi, I felt it was quite prudent to stop for the day at Zingral and tomorrow only push on towards Chang la. Plus it was already now 3 pm and and it would take something around another 4 hrs to reach Chang la top - just about when the light is fading away.
On inquiring, one Army guy offered that I can stay at one of the canopies if needed. After yesterday's nightmare, there can be nothing more secure and safe than in this Army camp!
However, another army person nixed it just about when I was about to unpack. He expressed helplessness in that by chance if any senior Army official comes up and find a tourist cyclist camping underneath a canopy it would definitely not be a pleasant site! I need to have permission from Tangste or a word from a source - so the night stay option over here as such stands cancelled.
Frankly speaking I had anyway given myself a low chance of staying out here, though definitely had the plan to pitch tent somewhere near this camp. With yesterday's night memories still vivid, I asked if I could camp around somewhere near their Army area and thus not repeat getting chased again by wild dogs/wolves in pitch darkness.
Now at some distance away from Zingral Army camp, towards the left, on a slight down slope, a couple of derelict one-story concrete shelters are seen; one even did not have any roof. From a distance they looked very much dilapidated and uninhabited - it had the typical appearance of a BRO barrack camp, which in its heyday would have been used as a shelter for the labourers for road building and which then was later abandoned as work went away from here.
As learned from the Arny guys that this seemingly abandoned BRO shelter actually still is a barrack for quite a few labouers who work up in the Chang la and since all have left for work early morning, it seems empty. I can go off to that shelter and camp around somewhere there.
That seemingly abandoned derelict shelter as seen from Zingral Army camp - located at the end away of the dirt track that goes away from the Army camp.
Following the dirt track brings me to the shelter. This definitely has seen better days before. Only one shelter is somehow standing, with tin sheets barely covering the gaping spaces of supposedly windows and doors.
The Zingral Army camp as seen from here - thinking, just a few moments before it was almost certain that I was staying in the Army camp itself, before that option was went away as fast as it had come.
So go now on a survey of this site, which did look totally empty even now. As said, find out that actually most of the guys have gone to and around Chang la top for BRO work. Just a few guys are out here, like those who have called the day off and they were all huddled inside due to the outside bitter coldness.
Among those that were there, we soon start chatting. They want to know more about me in a curious way - like as to why i am cycling in this uphill when
I could have taken the car or even a shared taxi and I know more about them -, their work and how it has brought them in this high-altitude desolate land. And what more became endearing to them is that I could recognize the place from where they come from - all of them are from surrounding villages of Lakhimpur Kheri in Uttar Pradesh. Now Lakhimpur Kheri is famous for the somehow less travelled Dudhwa National Park near Nepal border of UP, and in turn Dudhwa is well known for Billy Arjan Singh - always been in our travel plan in some future date and as such had studied about it occasionally. That I at least know something about their place was quite endearing to them. As said soon were in having a good gossip and talk.
Seen here with the few guys that were there in the late afternoon. Most of them however were scheduled to come down from Chang la top BRO work by around evening.
By evening everyone one of these guys, some 20 odd people, are back. All of them quite curious, no one expected to find a cyclist among them and then staying with them overnight. And moreover that I know at least something about Lakhimpur Kheri and Dudhwa, their native places, impressed them more!
But then again the welcome I got from all them was fantastic. These people have the least out here, spend the day labouring away among rock and boulders on the high mountains - to come back to this barrack to sleep, cold bitter night winds buffeting them from all around in this abandoned shelter.
Each day their routine is the same. Soon after return, food is cooked. Some help out in cutting vegetables, some making rotis. A beer bottle is used as a
belan [rolling pin] to flatten the dough!
Second week of September here in Zingral it is close to zero, plus the tin shutters hardly stopped the harsh coldness inside. As food is cooked we gather around the fire that is lit inside and gossip away the time. We talk about their life here, their work, Dudhwa and Lakhimpur Kheri and they are curious to know more about the city of Kolkata, Howrah bridge. Again the most unlikely places stayed and the welcome I got from all folks that I met out there.
Moreover today their dinner is special, that comes up only once in a week. Instead of rotis and vegetables, once in a week they have soya beans and puris. By 7:30 pm we are all having our dinner. This is again amazing, just like last night. Not only they share their food whatever they have for that day with me without any qualms, they also make sure I have eaten well.
Night is early as they have to leave again early morning for work and myself leaving for the final push towards Chang la. By 8:30, everyone is back to their ply-board "beds" on the concrete floor. Again as I go off to sleep in this derelict barrack, just like yesterday, I again think about all the welcome and the generosity that repeats again today itsef on day 2. Like yesterday, again today on September 10, 2013, my place of stay for night is something extraordinary, an unique experience to say the least.
Tomorrow the plan is to wake up early, freshen up, and head off towards the mighty Chang la standing tall at 17,600 feet.