Part III
It was my birthday eve so we cut a cake. I ate it all since the doctor advised lots of carbohydrates at high altitude:
And then we left for Pangong Tso.
And approached the climb after Sarkti:
The roads were confusing with lots of turns:
And the wife wondered which way to go:
But Zorro had left trails that El Caballo Blanco was quick to pick :
We reached the mighty Changla:
Where the blue and white of the Bonneville blended with the blue and white of nature:
Where a tourist wanted to click a picture with us. I felt like a celebrity!:
Some patches were so bad:
..that the wife had to walk:
While i crossed on the bike:
We stopped at a public toilet with a view. It took our breath away, both metaphorically and literally. Metaphorically because it was situated here:
Literally because it smelled so much I could not breathe inside it.
We stopped at village Tangste, it had a very limited food menu:
We met the adorable Marmots:
And my wife started calling me a Marmot Magnet:
We saw Pangong's younger sibling (I think this was Chagar Tso):
And finally reached Pangong where I posed again. My first attempt at getting a good FB profile pic failed:
So did the second :
We spent the evening lake side where I finally used the DSLR..The wife was amassing profile pics while I continued to struggle:
..and we slept peacefully in Pangong Inn.
On my birthday, I had had my cake and eaten it too. It had been one awesome ride
We went for an early morning ride along the lake that left us spell bound:
.. and the sun decided to shine down on El Caballo Blanco:
We pulled over near the lake in quiet and peaceful place.
Nothing to the right…
Nothing to the left…
Only the 3 of us. My wife, me and the Bonneville. We sat there and absorbed the beauty of the place. Mesmerising.
Back at the Pangong Inn some people wanted to click pics with the Bonneville. I realised who the true celebrity on this trip was:
Came back to Leh and rested well.
The next day I did a few checkups and topped the oil. The tool set is for show only as I have no idea what I'll do with it in case of a breakdown:
And then headed to click a picture with the most famous mountain signboard. The roads were horrible. At over 17,500 ft , on a rough patch the wife asked if she should get off. I said no I can manage. I lost balance and we tilted and the bike rested on the rocks. Thankfully it was crawling so no one got hurt. We lifted the bike and had to rest since it was exhausting at that altitude.
Here is where we had our fall, doesn't look too difficult in the pic (ego hurt!):
The wife decided to walk the rest of the rough patch. I heard something break; I think it was my self respect.
...contd
We met with the Mahindra S101..being a die hard Scorpio fan and owner (7 years & 1.4 lac kms)..and potential XUV owner loved to see Mahindra testing their vehicle.
We finally reached the top and did the photo session:
I got my perfect FB picture but the aunty ruined it! I was devastated:
The only thing this trip to the top gave us was bragging rights. Nothing spectacular otherwise. Zoji la was more intimidating, Changla much more frozen. But bragging rights are important too so we clicked another picture:
Headed back to encounter some landslides:
But reached Leh safely.
Next up in part IV:
My wife leaves for Delhi. I ride solo now. I reach Sarchu at 7 pm and it's getting darker by the minute. Jispa is another 4.5 hours away. Will I ride through the lonely and dreaded Baralacha La (16,000 ft) and Zing Zing Bar in pitch darkness, ice cold weather and nightmarish roads or will I choose the comfort of the Sarchu tents?
Part 4, LEH>JISPA>KULLU>CHD>DELHI
The wife took the flight back to Delhi the next day. She took the saddle bags and back-pack and I prepped the bike with the remaining luggage and fuel. The tank bag has a 5 liter fuel can:
Filled up again at the last station at Karu :
And then met roads like this:
And started a freezing climb to Tanglang La:
..I finally paid respect to Tanglang La after a VERY chilly ride to the top:
And crossed Nakee la and Lachung la.
More Plains left me spell bound and I spent a lot of time clicking pictures. I was the only one in sight.
A lone biker pulled up while I was clicking pictures. His name was Hitesh (a mountaineer) and he rode a 1978 Std Bullet- I called her Victoria! He asked if we could ride along and I agreed. I clicked in all directions and realised I wanted to capture it all so just made a short video. That's Hitesh riding off after our chat:
Couldn't help but stop for some more pictures:
And rode through some really tough terrain to reach Sarchu at 6:30 pm and on the way encountered some beautiful villages:
It was beginning to get dark and I had half an hour of day light left ;Jispa was another 5.5 hour away.
In this trip I hadn't ridden after dark, it was too cold and too risky. Ice cold winds, loneliness, pitch darkness, fear of a breakdown without any help for hours all played through my mind.
I decided to ride. The night halt was going to be Jispa- 5.5 grueling and scary hours away.
Hitesh and I rode in pitch darkness over difficult terrain and it very soon got dark:
Reached Bharatpur and re-evaluated our decision to go to Jispa. This is how the surroundings looked:
And we decided to continue through the chilly mountain winds, rough terrain and high altitudes. Baralacha La was dark and cold, unfortunately no pictures.
Reached Zing Zing Bar at 9 pm. Met people in a Scorpio who had decided to:
The dhaba owner suggested we rest. Jispa was 2 hours away. There were streams to cross and the water was cold, albeit not deep. An aged Monk came and gave me his warm blessings so I decided to continue the ride. All the others were sleeping peacefully. The outside looked like this:
We crossed the icy cold streams on the climb to Barlachala:
Hitesh and I rode like possessed riders in the pitch darkness. It was so dark that I once missed the curve and headed straight into a dead end.
We finally reached Jispa at 11 pm. Relief. Checked in at Jispa Journeys and thanked God, ate dinner and went to sleep.
Got up to this view; Victoria and El Caballo Blanco added to the beautiful view:
Did a small solo trek to the Chandra river:
We left for Manali. I had a long pending dream of doing Ladakh on a cast iron Bullet so decided to ride Victoria for sometime. Hitesh flew away on the Bonneville. Victoria threw a tantrum and the front tire went flat. I had a pump and thankfully Hitesh came back when I didn’t turn up at Keylong for sometime. Victoria did not like me.
The younger 2014 born sibling helping the older 1978 born one:
After patching her up we took her to Keylong to get the tire nozzle pin changed. After Keylong I flew away on the Bonneville and stopped to click these beautiful houses. Don't miss the waterfall. What a beautiful place to have a house:
….. I saw Victoria slowly coming slowly towards me. She was extremely slow. I thought she was posing for a picture and giving me enough time to click her:
.But she had thrown another fit. The front tire was leaking air. We fixed her up..again.
Rode to Koksar and got the front tire tube changed and had lunch.
The climb to Rohtang had a lot of traffic jams and bad roads:
But I did encounter some pleasing traffic jams too!:
The view on the top was worth it:
So was the climb down:
El Caballo Blanco met its siblings, the Zanskari/Spiti horses- amongst the 5 breeds of Indian equines.
The road down was brilliant and I rode through:
It began to rain, it was a beautiful ride nonetheless:
Went to Rider Inn in Manali and could not find a place. Hitesh decided to stay in Manali and I continued to Kullu.
Stayed at the brilliant HPTDC hotel (only Rs. 1100) and had a heartening meal. Got up to a bleeding nose and blood covered pillow. Googled first aid steps and fixed my self. Paid, packed up and took the parting shot :
Some parts were tiring but others were beautiful:
Crossed a few tunnels:
Stopped for some tea:
Reached Chandigarh and checked in at a hotel. Ate and slept well. Left next morning and gunned the Bonneville and was in Delhi in no time:
Got back to a delighted (and much relieved!) family.
The Ladakh dream had finally been fulfilled.
Cheers,
Sting.
A final pic: