Day 13 - September 23rd 2009 (Part 3)
We were grateful when the rocky road ended and the tarmac started. We missed the Palio all the time that day. While we were huddled into the back seat or while we were crossing the tough terrain. Would Shararat have made it? I suppose it would have. Would she have been able to tow the WagonR out of the sand? Maybe she would have. But then these are only conjectures. In a parallel universe, she does all that and then goes and saves a Yak and a couple of marmots as well! In this one, she was missed pretty badly by both Rashi and I. Our second home for so many days...
The tarmac and the quick descent gave us the much needed respite from the headaches that some of us had. Soon, we were back to our normal selves chatting away and joking at one thing or the other. One of the constants in our journey was "Peep Peep, Don't Sleep". One or the other of us would go, "Peep Peep, Don't Sleep" at most blind corners. It had become a ritual of sorts with us. Kinda fun too.
We soon crossed the point where we had taken the photographs the day before. Today, there was a stark contrast to what we had seen yesterday. The vivid orange had given way to a dull orange brown. The place was still very scenic but it didn't have the captivating beauty that we had seen earlier. Mandatory snap time later, we headed on towards Chumathang.
Same Place, Different Hues
Besides A Stream
View On The Way Back
Somewhere on the way, there was this board that said "After Whisky Driving Risky". That somehow seemed incomplete to me. So I came up with a slightly more complete one (at least according to me): "
After Whisky, Driving Risky. After Rum, Driving Fun"! We got talking about our stay in Korzok and one thing led to another and finally I asked mamaji about masterji and his torch and how that was the last thing that we left in the room so that he could pick it up in the evening. Hearing that, Rashi piped up, "I took the torch with me! I thought it was mamaji's torch!". Poor masterji. Rather, poorer by a torch masterji! We all had a good laugh about the whole thing while Rashi felt quite a bit of remorse at having unknowingly nicked the torch. We told her not to worry as we would courier it there by Fedex!!! Yeah right!
There were several times that we came very close to Indus but didn't stop for one reason or the other. At long last, after crossing several good spots, we stopped at something that looked just about okay. Got off the car and went and had a short break by the banks of the river. That was a pretty refreshing experience.
Splashing Around
Should I Go Down, Or Should I Just Wait Here?
Stretching After The Car Journey
No Dry Pit For Me, There Is Plenty Water Here
Cotton?
Soon, we reached Chumathang. Went back to the same restaurant that we had gone to earlier. While Rashi, Nandika and I ordered food, jiju and mamaji scouted around to see if they could find a puncture repair shop. When they couldn't find one, they returned back. I had my regular maggi thukpa style. Nandika ordered a dry maggi, jiju a dry maggi and mamaji and Rashi some dal sabzi roti. After eating a couple of spoons of her maggi, Nandika saw a fly in it. The plate was sent back and Nandika asked for another. A few minutes later, the girl who was serving came out holding what appeared to be the same bowl that we had sent back. This time, it went to some locals who had just arrived. Ah well, such are the ways of a tough life amidst the mountains. Waste not, want not! Nandika waited for quite a while and when she saw that there wasn't and fly free maggi coming her way, she finally settled in for some dal roti n sabzi!
Macro Shot At Chumathang
Contrast!
Into The Distance A Ribbon Of Black, Stretched To The Point Of No Turning Back!
After Chumathang, we sped towards Leh with jiju in the driver's seat. We wanted to get into the city in time for getting the puncture repaired and in our hurry didn't visit the hot springs at Chumathang. There was a time when there was another WagonR behind us. We kept ahead of it for as long as possible [just in case we needed a spare tyre!!
].We just sped along as fast as we could and then a little bit faster. Peep Peep, Don't Sleep became the order of the day! The drive soon became a bit more uncomfortable, especially for the people in the back but we couldn't really stop. Jiju pushed the car to its limit and we reached Leh around 6. Quickly headed towards the Maruti service station to get the car looked at (the sump guard cover was making some creaking noises). Jiju and mamaji took the car out for a short spin to locate a puncture repair shop. After a little bit of searching (and some cajoling as the guy wasn't in a mood to repair another puncture!) they gave the tyre and came back. I asked about for the jack rod that I had lost. The maruti guys didn't have the one I wanted so I let it be for now. We got the screws tightened and then got out. In the meantime, jiju had bought a tube already for the car. It turned out that the neck was intact and that the tube had a regular puncture. Jiju also went looking for the jack rod and found one. This one was a longer one and wouldn't fit into my kit. I needed one that had a notch in between in which the other part of the rod could be fixed. This was the handle cum hook type while I wanted them separate and so jiju had to return it.
While mamaji and jiju were getting the tube fixed, I decided to drop Rashi and Nandika back at the AFS which was just a couple of kms away. I drove the car off and about a 100 metres away felt that something was not right. Got off and saw that we had another puncture! Thank god we didn't get a puncture earlier. Otherwise, it would have been balle balle for us! I went and informed mamaji and jiju about it. Jiju came along and the two of us quickly had the wheel removed. Rolled it back to the repair shop. By this time the other wheel was ready. This time around, jiju took it with him and drove the gals away to the AFS. We waited for the tube to be repaired and in the process I learnt a little bit about tyre retreading as that was what was happening in the shop. The guy took out the tube and we saw that this one was completely damaged. We were lucky that we had already purchased a new tube (though earlier we were thinking that it was a little waste of money!). The spare tube came pretty useful now. Jiju, before driving away had told me that the spare rod was for just Rs. 50/-. After some discussion, we bought that one and I swapped mamaji's jack rod with that as he didn't have a kit anyways! This way, we had rods for both jacks and my kit was complete again. Thanks mamaji
. In a short while, the other wheel was repaired too and by this time jiju had come back. Loaded the car and off we went to AFS Leh.
That night, we dined on Kofte with curry, bhindi, dal, chawal, roti and salad. And of course, the customary apples! Post dinner, had a bath, saw the photographs of the last two days and then off we went to never never land.
There is one thing that I will fondly remember from that day. We (or at least I) thoroughly enjoyed going, "Julley!" all the way back from Korzok. Every time I passed a bunch of Ladakhi labourers working on the road, or locals walking alongside the road, I would raise my hand and go, "Julley!". And each of those times, I would get a very warm "Julley" back. The only exception to the rule was when I would say Julley to a bunch of bihari labourers. Very hard to elicit any kind of response from them! Except for those few times, Julley had our day made. It exuded the warmth of the people that reside in the cold confines of the mountains. It brought about some sort of a bonding with the land and it's people. Most importantly, it brought about cheer to us weary travellers.
Car Statistics:
Distance covered: Didn't record.
Time: Didn't record hours.
GPS stats:
Trip odometer: 437km
Moving time: 12:34 hours
Stopped: 6:37 hours
Max speed: 79.8 kmph
Moving avg: 34.7 kmph
Overall avg: 23.4 kmph