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| MY TAKE ON Days 14-15, September 25-26, 2009, Sangla-Chitkul-Bombay, 1,164 kms, Non-Stop Sangla nestles inside a small valley at 10,000 feet, but the best of the Baspa Valley lies beyond this small town, which has a SBI ATM but no petrol pump. For a hill station, the water tasted awful and the Bengali food strange (the cook was from Kolkata) in this place so far away from the Hooghly, but the apples in the tree inside the hotel compound were large and juicy and kept the Himachali flavor alive.
We checked out of the hotel and left at 630 am and headed for Chitkul 25 kms away, and 1,000 feet higher. The narrow road hugs the cliffs overlooking the raging Baspa River – a tributary of the Sutlej – and the paddy and red maize fields, along with the dense green conifers provide a colourful contrast to the bright blue skies and the aqua green hue of the water. Several luxury tent camps crowd the river banks in the Valley deep below, and the Scorpio crosses gurgling streams along the way. Within less than an hour, we are at the end of the road at Chitkul, probably the first of the day tourists that day.
We fell in love with Chitkul immediately, and we were all scampering off all over the place exploring the water’s edge, the narrow trekking path that leads to some of the best mountain trails and quaffing some wonderful ginger tea. Would you imagine, Gangotri is just 2 days around the peaks that overlook Chitkul, once your permits (issued at Recong Peo) have been shown at the ITBF checkpost 3 kms down the path? But that is reserved for another trip. After the barren terrain of Ladakh and Spiti, the burst of colours – trees, meadows, flowers, butterflies, birds – was a great relief to our sore eyes, and we just did not want to leave this enchanting place. We did discuss the prospects of taking a break here in Chitkul, but eventually decided to stick to our original schedule. All of us walked around, panicked sliding down steep slopes leading to the river and stored away local hotel telephone numbers for a future visit. Next month onwards, Chitkul will be enveloped in deep snow, but the road remains open, or so they say, although I am unsure whether the hotels will welcome visitors. Even as the flood of day tourists started coming in (it was Kali Puja time it looked like half of Kolkata was in Chitkul!), we scrambled out of the place at 1130 am.
Where do we go from here? I had counted on an early morning start from Sangla for Delhi/Rajasthan – Chitkul was an after-thought – and the delay caused by the detour into Chitkul called for some tough decisions: We decided to drive back non-stop to Bombay without any stop-overs, and surprisingly, the Famous 5 arrived at a consensus! As we drive down the narrow road back to Karchcham (to rejoin NH22), we marvel at the engineering of many hydel dams, largest of them the Baspa Dam, in the Valley. From Karchcham (100 pm) onwards, the dam construction has wrecked the road which is rutted and messy, but I am sure when the dams over the River Sutlej at Karchcham and Wangtoo are over, the tranquility of the Kinnaur Valley will be restored. Since I last drove here in 2004, the roads have been widened and are in very top-class condition once you cross Bawanagar. The Sutlej River dominates the landscape and the apples hang down heavily from the trees. Apples all over the place now – ripening in the trees, stacked up by the road side and packed into trucks. We bargained, hammered the price for a crate of golden apples (300 pieces to a crate) down to Rs 400, and a crate of red apples to Rs 1000, but our team was still dissatisfied with the price and could not clinch a deal!
The height dipped down to the 3000s near Rampur before we started ascending again. Watch out for sudden fuel shortages in these places – the petrol pump refused to sell us more than Rs 500 worth of diesel under the pretext that the tanker had not arrived and they were conserving stocks, never make the mistake of driving till the last E in your fuel gauge. At Jeori, we looked up wistfully at the road to Sarahan, another lovely hill station in the Kinnaur Valley, but the Scorpio was impatient to continue on the lovely mountain road under the overhanging rock cliff face one moment and beautiful tree-lined avenues the other. At Kumarsain, we finally bid good bye to the River Sutlej as it disappeared north to its fate at the Bhakra-Nangal Dam, and after the rapid climb to Narkhanda (8,800 feet), we reached the outskirts of Shimla at 700 pm (Chitkul-Shimla, 250 kms, 7.30 hours). Happily, it was slack season for tourists and the drive from Kufri to Dalli was peaceful without any traffic jams. After refueling at Dalli, we took the Shimla bypass to avoid the urban jungle of Shimla. The bright lights of the Christ Church in the Mall at Shimla were very tempting, but we resolutely promised ourselves a break in the dhaabas of Punjab ahead and pressed on. The light fog was hardly a deterrent and we made good speed to the plains of Punjab-Haryana, crossing Kalka at 1000 pm, even the Ramlila revelry did not delay us.
The road is being widened around Panchkula but traffic was sparse and our quest for some tender butter chicken by the road side was in vain. The GMR expressway from Chandigarh to Ambala – we joined it at Zarakpur – was super-fast and we sat down to dinner near Ambala at 1130 pm, which unfortunately turned out to be a pure veg dhaaba! Entered Delhi at 230 am, whizzed past the Azadpur interchange and via Red Fort, we reached our rendezvous at Maharani Bagh at 320 am – Glenn joined us at the end of the DND Flyway from Noida at 350 am – and the 2 cars were reunited for the Delhi-Bombay drive.
The NH8 roads which were rutted between Gurgaon and Dareuhera (towards Delhi) were surprisingly in great form on the Jaipur side, and we drove steadily till the tea halt after crossing into Rajasthan at 630 am, to stretch our legs, check the cars and savour some of the prohibited salty oily foods like Frito-lays. RTDC Behror where we stopped awhile is a great motel with clean toilets for motorists – and a SBI ATM in the complex – but the restaurant did not have any food to offer.
We were driving an easy pace and as the sun rose high in the sky, we drove past the Rajasthani towns that day – Jaipur (930 am), Kishnagarh (1100 am), Bhilwara (100 pm), Chittorgarh (145 pm) and Udaipur (245 pm). Glenn was shuffling his reserve drivers as he took a few winks, but the 2 Scorpios indomitably kept going. Rajasthan highways are safe and empty, but once you enter Gujarat, there is never a dull moment – overloaded Mahindra Maxxes, super-small sedans trying to edge you out of the road, camels munching grass as they trundle along and pedestrians oblivious to the screeching of brakes and the smell of burning pads – we almost knocked off an octogenarian couple nearing Ahmedabad, but we held our nerves and halted awhile at the Ranasan Circle outside Ahmedabad – Ramky not only drove a long way to meet us there, but also brought us some tasty dhoklas, and we chit-chatted with him in the constant company of flies buzzing around the fiery green chillies and the sugary tea that the road-side shops had to offer us. It was a welcome break for 1 hour, and we resolved to reach Bombay that night, however late it may be. And it was my second continuous night drive.
The Baroda expressway was choked with dense traffic when we entered it at 705 pm and we came out onto NH8 before Baroda 1.35 minutes later, the slowest I have driven on this road (best time 40 minutes), so you can imagine how crowded it was. Even the 6-lane highway to Surat did not appear to be broad anymore, we were weaving in and out, alternating between extreme right and extreme left lanes, as we dodged obdurate truckers, each one trying to overtake the other. It was surely one of my slowest Ahmedabad-Bombay drives, and we could reach Surat by only 11 pm (from Ahmedabad 280 kms, 4 hours vs 3 hours on our onward journey). At Navsari, a little ahead at 1150 pm, Glenn and his 3 musketeers decided to take a nap, while Sudhir and I decided to go on, and we eventually reached Bombay Thane at 345 am.
When I entered my home at 415 am, I had remained awake for 46 hours, driven 2164 kms across 7 State borders and come down from 11,300 feet to sea level. It was also a very long Delhi-Bombay drive, interrupted as it was by breaks at Behror and Ahmedabad, and slower than my best time by 7 hours and our onward journey had been 3 hours faster. But we were not complaining, we had been to Ladakh and back, all of 7,301 kms, in 15 days, and climbed up and down all the Valleys – Kashmir, Drass, Suru, Zanskar, Indus, Nubra, Shayok, Chumathang, Sarchu, Lahaul, Spiti and Kinnaur. We braved the sub-zero temperatures, wetted our jackets in snowfall, panted up the slopes of the highest roads in the world, photographed wildlife the Nat Geo way, lived off Maggis and omlettes, repaired car springs and fuel pumps and enjoyed the great team spirit that enlivened the trip. |