We requested the person to drop us at Asia guest house. Thankfully we'd left the room booked in our name, and immediately crashed in there for a an hour or so. Then we're back to Wonderland restaurant for an early dinner as we'd to leave early the next morning. We'd decided to use the public transport, a bus from Leh to Chushul and had to be at the bus stand by 7AM. So next morning we left around 6:15 thinking that we can walk down to the bus stand easily in half an hour. After sometime a cab stopped next to us and the guy asked where we're going. He offered to drop us to the stand for Rs. 50 and we decided to accept. Good that we did cause we'd never have been able to walk down to it in time, which we of course realized along the way. Saw the bus to Chushul started and warming up, with a few people sitting inside. I thought that maybe it'd be a pleasant journey, but I got it all wrong. On inquiring at the ticket office, I was told that they'd been sold out the previous day. Just another shocker along my way. I told wife to sit in the bus and went to the conductor. Had a few words with him, and though he couldn't help us with tickets he told us to get seated anyways. Soon people started pouring in and we had to vacate the seats we're using. Wife was shifted to the cabin, sitting next to the thin seat behind the driver and I was left standing. Our first concern was to get to Tangtse, so comfort was not an issue for me. I was even ready to stand the entire way but fortunately got some space on a wooden plank near the engine cover to settle my a**.
After more than an hour of stopping at every 50 meters for picking up/waiting for passengers, we're on our way. One interesting thing I noticed was that to drop a person, about 3-4 other ones come as the passenger was usually carrying lots of stuff from Leh to their villages. Fruits, vegetables, electronics and GOD knows what all. The bus was packed, with people lying over their belongings and each other. Very soon, my nostrils were bombarded with awful smells but what could I do. Moreover, all the windows were closed except the drivers and the front door one. So I decided to get up from my wooden seat and stand next to the door. I spent the trip from Shakti to Tangtse standing, but I ain't complaining. Rather I was happy for the fresh air and some exercise. En route, it started snowing some distance after Zingral and we're surrounded by a dense fog. Man was I concerned about the bus making it to the top or what. My heart was going out to the driver who was negotiating those steep U-turns all with a calm and composed face. Soon there was snow everywhere, on the mountain, on the road and some over me. We arrived at Chang La, the bus stopped and everyone made a dash for the loo. Since there were too many taps and no sinks, it was a free flow now. It was another experience watching the fresh snow melt under me with the warm fluid.
I was dying to take pics of the place, but there was no camera with me. In the hurry to get to Leh, both had been left the previous day at our room in Tangtse. The view around me was unbelievable, it was white everywhere. I have never see so much snow anywhere, not even in a picture. And it was freezing cold too. Those who weren't sipping the complementary tea, were enjoying the hooch which had materialized from the camp. I ran around to the driver's window, shouted at wife to throw the good ol' Old Monk, got a glare from her and eventually got the bottle. No need to mixers or water here, the few gulps I had were spent just to warm me up. Suddenly there was a loud growl and the big bad bulldozer came to life. Apparently the road ahead had been blocked by the snow, and the mean machine marched menacingly ahead. We'd to wait for about 15 minutes for its return, during which I again had to melt some snow and gulp some more of the warming beverage. Eventually the conductor blew on his whistle, and people came running back to the bus. It came to life and our descent from mighty Chang La began. Rest of the journey was spent estimating how close the bus was to the snow walls. At many places, the sides scrapped the snow making it all the more interesting. A few Km later, the snow faded away and the wait began for us to reach the workshop. Finally we were dropped off at the workshop's marker around 1:30 PM pretty pleased that we'd have the car with us in coupla hours and make a short visit to Pangong. But that was not to be. A brigadier had decided to make that day the day for his inspection, and we're told at the sentry post to leave the spares and come back the next morning around 9. With a heavy heart, and in some way angry at the Brigadier, we started walking towards the main road to catch a ride to Tangtse. After half and hour, and lots of vehicles just passing by as if we didn't exist, later it was apparent that we may have to walk down to the village. 4 Km and 90 minutes later we reached our destination very very hungry. Aloo paranthas & omelets vanished as soon as they saw our plates. The search for a vehicle to take us to Pangong began and ended unsuccessfully. Too tired and having given up the thought of visitng Pangong we retired to our room. Wife went to sleep and I sat in the balcony looking at the mountains surrounding us contemplating my foolishness not getting the plate changed earlier in Leh. I was also beginning to get angry at the mechanic who'd given it a thumbs up but realized it was wrong to blame him, he just wasn't competent as the ones we have here. Soon the delicious aroma of dinner getting ready awakened my senses. Woke wifey up and had a scrumptious dinner of dal, roti and shahi paneer. It was hard to go to sleep as I kept wondering about my car and a visit to Pangong.
Morning came and we're ready to go b 7 AM. I'd realized one thing about the army personnel, they're punctual big time. Therefore, next hour or so was spent pacing around the room & balcony waiting for it to be 9. As soon as it was time, we hopped onto our ride as I'd arranged for one to the workshop the previous evening from a local. Reached the workshop around 9:20 and wollah my car was again surrounded by the army Jawaans. I ran to the garage, was greeted by all of them with the good news that the CP was good and would work perfectly. I can't express the happiness I felt then & there. Again wanted to hug them, but refrained myself. The JCO came and asked us to spend time with him in his office while the CP & gearbox get fixed. We're, as usual, showered with fruit juices, dry fruits, chocolates & talks about the army. I surprised the JCO with my knowledge of all the Indo-Pak and Indo-Sino wars and the relationship with USA, USSR & Russia. He seemed pretty impressed and inquired how I came to know so much. I sheepishly told him about the internet and Wikipedia. Time flew by and I heard the sweet sound of one of the Jawaans telling me that the car was ready for trial. I jumped with joy and ran to the garage. There one of the Jawaans had the driver side door open for me with keys in his hands. I wanted to snatch them, but requested him to hand them over. Inserted the key, put the position to ignition, cranked it up, depressed the clutch, let it go slowly with my heart beating @ 7200 bpm and instantly felt the car's desire to lunge ahead. I wanted to shout with ecstasy, but again had to check myself. Requested one of the Jawaans to hop in so that we can go for a test drive, but he told me that he'd like to go with a colleague of his. I was like "roger that" and off they went. After a few minutes, saw a blur racing towards us throwing dust all around. Soon I saw my car materialize through that, and it came to a stop next to wife & me. One of the Jawaans (passenger side) stepped out and asked me to get in. So off I went with the other one driving, telling me that the car is pretty powerful and he's likes driving it. He even went off-roading, and my heart skipped a beat. He probably was thinking that he's in a Gypsy. On our way back, he asked me to switch places and there I was, finally in the driver's seat of my baby after 3 days. It was like I was driving a car out of the showroom, I was so excited. We reached the workshop and wife came running by jumping with joy. We asked the JCO to take us to the OC if he had time to meet us. Luckily he wasn't very busy, and invited us to spend some time with him. With a big grin he asked us if we're now going to Pangong or not. To be frank I really wanted to, but wife was apprehensive and kinda scared. So I told him that we may or may not. He told us that if we plan to, we should let him know so that he could arrange a motorboat ride & night stay for us. Now I wanted to go there like anything, but wife hadn't changed her mind and I didn't want to add any stress to her mind after what she's been through. So we politely declined his offer and expressed our gratitude the best we could. We profusely thanked all the army personnel around but I knew I was indebted to them forever. I can proudly say that my car has been serviced at the highest workshop (14,000 feet) of the world.
We drove to the guest house in a mix of shouts & silence and were greeted by the people around it on our return with the car. Soon the bill was settled, bags were moved and we're off to Leh. I stopped at the TCP to thank the policeman for his help arranging conveyance to Leh earlier. He was also genuinely happy for us and asked us to stop by whenever we come again. The car seemed to have had a new life as she climbed the inclines much better. Soon we're at Chang La, chatting with the Jawaans posted at the camp, sipping hot tea and enjoying chocolates.
The descent to Karu was even faster and soon we're in Leh.