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Originally Posted by MileCruncher Ravvs garu, One thing that I forgot to ask yesterday was that how much toll did you pay between Vijaywada and Kolkata on the GQ. Its almost Re.1/Km on the Delhi - Mumbai section of GQ |
We will tot it up and let you know. The last pic posted by Tirtankar shows the negative camber. It will also be visible in the pics of the next few days or one's we took of Laura taking a bath.
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Originally Posted by adzegeek Now I understand what Ravvendra meant when he said we didnt compromise on hotels ;-). where was the nearly 1K+ sft accomodation? |
The huge rooms were in Tawang. As Nazim just said, the KF's rooms were truly impressive. In a metro it would be called a boutique hotel and the rates would be sky high.
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Originally Posted by adc Fantastic narration from you guys and great photos. In fact like this pace and build up as it has the images of the areas through which we went and just not the destination itself.
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Thank you sir, sometimes the journey is a destination by itself!
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Originally Posted by gajadonga The broken bridge you mentioned is it between Malda and Raiganj.Last time in 2007 I took almost 1.30hrs to cross the bridge as it was maintained by army and only one truck could cross at a time and the trucks were standing for almost 2-3 kms on either side.While coming back from Darjeeling I made sure I crossed this bridge in night as the truck traffic was stopped on the bridge. |
You are right the broken bridge in the pic is between Malda and Raiganj. Seems that the new bridge has been erected since then and there are no more queues at that place. The NE abounds with narrow bridges put in place of broken bridges and there will be several other queues.
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Originally Posted by pulsar56 .....
No Chai please, finish your dinner instead and check this thread again for the rest of the pics! |
Seems Nazim has re-loaded whatever needs to be re-loaded and we will have the flow of pics again
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Now to get on with the story:
Tezpur marked the end of the 'transport run' and our vacation & sightseeing were to begin once we got out of Tezpur. The mood was very different even over breakfast that morning in Tezpur. Breakfast was a nice long relaxed meal. There was no sense of urgency, we did not feel the need to rush to our destination and we were totally relaxed and looking forward to seeing things during our journey. We are also hoping to get some great pictures. Unfortunately, the best views and experiences could never be captured by the camera, no words will ever be enough to describe them, we did however try to capture it all.
All of us had our warm clothes out and ready to be put on. The D60, D90 and FZ were taken out, cleaned etc and kept in readiness. The mood was so upbeat that even Jr.'s stomach shrugged off the niggling problems caused by that Ghar Dhabha and he was in fine fettle and good cheer, eager to see the Himalayas up close. When we got down to load luggage into the car and get on our way, I almost did not recognise the car. Arun managed to get someone from the hotel to clean the car and she looked so different from the dusty tired bedraggled looking babe of the previous 2 days. Now she looked clean & shiny with no signs of fatigue or any worse for her 3000 km run over the past few days. The car seemed to match our mood and looked just as eager as us to savour what lay ahead. The poor baby did not know that what was to come would probably be the most gruelling roads she will see in her life. We made the last few phone calls since we were not sure our phones would work once we were out of Tezpur - how right we were, no phones other than BSNL post-paid connections work in the Kameng and Tawang districts of Arunachal Pradesh.
We piled into the car eagerly, original documents and Inner Line Permit in hand and headed north out of Tezpur. The landscape changed gradually at first and then more dramatically. Men in various uniforms became more visible. Some were on foot patrol, scanning the area around the road carefully, some were at vantage points along the road keeping a close vigil on the happenings on the road. Some were on trucks, weapons at the ready, eyes peeled and looking in every direction. One hapless motorist's car broke down and he was trying to fix something - with one soldier standing watch on him from 5 feet away and four others about 20 ft away in each direction and scanning every direction carefully. I thanked god I was not in that motorist's place, I would not have been able to think straight with so many armed soldiers watching me.
We drove along that miserable single lane road with its rutted surface to Bhalukpong. There is however hope for this road as work has begun on making it a 4 lane dual carriageway. We passed a forest area that is part of the Nameri National Park on the way and marvelled at the tall trees. Mercifully the check-post at Bhalukpong was not crowded and we were shooed-in in about 5 minutes. We spotted ADC's TMT but were not able to see them and presuming (correctly) that they were having b'fast somewhere, we proceeded.
The road past Bhalukpong is maintained by the BRO and they are always at work on it. I do not envy those guys, they make the road and it gets washed away by the rain, else the mountain under it gives way taking the road with it or the soil above slips covering the road. I do believe that this road was initally built by the Chinese when they illegally occupied it in the 1960's. Knowing Chinese quality, the BRO's job would be that much harder.
A little out of Bhalukpong one catches sight of the Kameng river that lends its name to two districts in A.P. and what a lovely lively river it is. Even at the time of our visit, when the flow was minimal due to the lack of snow melt and freezing of the sources, the Kameng had this lovely playful quality to it gushing over rocks with a roar and jumping about joyously as it careened down the mountains. The river keeps the road company for much of the way and is an arresting sight with its colour varying from green to aquamarine to deep blue - almost black in parts - all topped with white foam and spray. I do not think we were able to capture the real magic of this river through the lens.
One of the first views of the R. Kameng Another mood of the R. Kameng
With the river for company we drove along that road with majestic mountains on all sides. The sun played hide and seek, throwing sharp bright light on some mountain sides and leaving others in deep shade, sometimes the sun played peek-a-boo with the clouds and threw a diffused light on the mountains. The play of light was mesmerising. The mountain sides here are a verdant green and covered with various hard wood trees, wild banana, bamboo and cane.
Undergrowth of fern and other plants Cane Wild banana above!
Sometimes one comes across small paths that cut through that thick vegetation. Houses here are not built with their backs to the mountain, they do not use the mountain as one wall (at the back) instead they are built with their entrance facing the mountain, the front flush with the mountain side and the rear perched on stilts. Single houses or small hamlets consisting of such houses peeped sometimes making us wonder what it must be like to live in a place like that. Cows and goats roamed freely in the day and were tied up at night. Every house and settlement had loads of firewood neatly stacked for the coldest part of winter that was yet to come. Men, women and children were hard at work with an older child often taking care of younger ones. In spite of the hard work and obvoious lack of prosperity, the people seemed somehow contented.
The road: The road definitely needs special mention. It is at present a single road but the BRO is hard at work trying to make it a 4 lane road (at least in parts). It is tough enough maintaining that road and any attempt to improve it needs to be admired and appreciated. The road is tough to maintain because it is prone to land-slips. Heavy rains which rob it of its top layer. The streams and rivulets are flood often in the summer and monsoon and bridges and culverts often get washed away.
That road is an absolute challenge to drive and is often nothing more than a track made of loose soil and stones, this is the good part. Sometimes mountain streams let water onto the road and then it becomes really tricky for the soil turns into slush with the stones blended in. The problem is compounded by the heavy traffic of goods laden lorries and army trucks. The traffic churns the slush and there is no way of knowing how deep the wheels will sink in, an examination later revealed slush marks upto the rim and a wee bit up one spoke of the alloys. The steering fights you and wants to go its own way taking the car in the direction of least resistance from the slush - often right into the oncoming lorry, even with the steering held straight the car often moves sideways - a bit like a horse performing a leg-yield. The stones and rocks scrape the underbody as one is desperately trying to keep the car on the chosen course. The necessity of keeping away from the valley edge of the road only added to the challenge. The need to keep away from the valley edge was drilled into me by Arun - there is a very real danger that the loose soil may give way and take the car (with us in it) down into the valley with it. The points to remember are - hold back and give yourself enough space from the guy in front, let the vehicle in front pass the worst slushy bits before you attempt to do so; do not follow the tracks of the lorries & trucks, keep the right tyres (sometimes left) on the 'hump' between the tracks of the lorries in front; shift down to 1st and keep the revvs moderate; if you get stuck or if the slush turns into something harder - roll back and try again taking a slightly different track. We made it quite safely through the rough bits and the car took it swimmingly. We only had one heart stopping moment when the belly of the car scraped a rock, we were negotiating a really deep patch of slush just after an army convoy and the belly struck the stone somewhere under the front seats and the grinding noise continued till it passed out the rear. What happened was that I chose not to ride my tyres through a real huge heap of slush fearing that I would lose traction and there was no place to drive keeping that mound to one side so I decided to keep it just to the left of my wheels. To my bad luck, it turned out that the mound of slush was a rock with a few inches of slush on top. Once the rock hit the bottom, I realised what had happened and changed angle to raise my front tyres onto the mound hoping to minimise damage, thank God it worked.
That road is also full of army convoys. If you are stuck behind an army truck(s) the thing to do is follow patiently till the driver(s) find a place they can pull over and let you pass. They did it unfailingly every time. Honking and flashing your lights and trying to squeeze in does not work as the road is too narrow. Wait and he will cheerfully wave you ahead at the first opportunity. Even the civilian trucks and taxis do this. The only guys who seem reluctant to let you pass are the bus guys.
Driving along this road one comes to the Tenga Valley and the town + cantonment of Tenga which are at an altitude of about 1500 m . Tenga valley is outstanding for its beauty with the River Tenga, streams and numerous waterfalls and lush green vegetation.
From Tenga the climb starts in earnest and one climbs to Bomdi La (pass) and the town named after that pass at 2300M after passing Baisakhi which is essentially an army town. A funny thing happened on this bit, Arun was to meet someone in Baisakhi and called to get directions. We religiously asked every sentry on the way whether we were at Baisakhi and were told that it was further up the road. We saw one gate where some soldiers were getting out of a truck, the truck was probably blocking the board and we did not ask the sentry. After driving for several km, we realised that the only gate we had not enquired was - Baisakhi. We then decided to push on as night comes early in this the eastern most part of India and we had a long climb ahead.
We stopped a little after Munna for a late lunch of roti, rice, dal and eggs washed down with laal-chai as the sweet black tea is known in these parts. I drove after lunch and was rewarded with a sighting of a Mithun just after I switched on the headlights. We came upon it suddenly at a bend and were caught unawares, therefore no pics of it. The Mithun is a lot like a cow, its coat is silkier and the face is more regular and not as angular as a cow. The horns are perhaps more curved and regular and the hooves are always white.
After we passed Bomdila in the gathering dusk, I heard a warning beep from the car. I feared the worst and let out an expelative, hands holding the wheel tight, feet at the ready and tensed, I was steeling myself to look down at the MFD to discover which of the warning lights had come on when Arun exclaimed "4 deg. C and there is a symbol before it". I was so relieved, I laughed out loud and informed the others that it was an 'ice warning' from the car that comes on when the outside temp falls below 4 deg c. That warning set off a new game amongst us - a temperature countdown - 3 sets of eyes (all passengers - the driver kept his eyes on the road), would watch the temp displays on the MFD and music system and each half degree drop would elicit a loud cheer from the group, that night we did not see any snow or frost though we saw the temp drop below 0 even on the MFD and the temp on the MFD would be a good 2 deg above the actual temp due to the engine heat.
At one point, we spotted the lights of Dirang in front of us and the road being real XXL wide, we decided to stop and out came the tripod.
The tail light outlines the director of photography, put a camera in his hands and Arun becomes an acrobat!
I do my photography the old fashioned way - use a flash
Lights of Dirang - the pics taken by Arun and Nazim at this location as well as the ones of Barkeshwar convinced me that I too need a tripod!
Is the same thing we photographed last night? Views of Dirang valley & town.
Incidentally Nazim informed me early yesterday morning that there is some software glitch which prevents him from uploading pictures. He has promised to re-load some stuff which he now seems to have done and we can expect that he will start uploading soon. Till we get the real stuff, we will have to make do with the pics from the FZ and Kodak. Night photos taken, we piled into the car and set off in search of the Hotel Pemaling in Dirang. We found it easily enough. The hotel is a lovely old property with a lot of charecter and a charm all its own unfortunately, it is not well looked after and the facilities are pretty bare. I learnt with a shock that the Pemaling is part of the WelcomHeritage chain of ITC.
The tourers outside the Pemaling Driving through Dirang. Those banners fluttering overhead give a festive feel. I love those misty cloud topped mountains Mandir to the protector of the road Hey slow down - these cornering forces are getting close to 'G' forces. BRO @ work on road widening A river and the bridge across it. (Is this the 'Shaitan' bridge?)
Cheers,