Sarchu - Koaksar 29th June: 0530 AM: An unGodly hour at Sarchu, temp around 2 degrees, the wind was sharpnell filled, ready to hit exposed nerves, cover as much as you can was the name of the game. By the time we were packed and ready, Prajesh had Wolt up and running with the help of taxi drivers, that was good going. About the taxi drivers, more specifically The Taxi Driver, we need to give a little more.
Bipin Sharma drives an Innova Taxi for Global Holiday Advaenture Tour, Manali, Ph: 9418691094; he has been doing Manali-Leh for the past 8 years and claims to have done about 6 Lakh Kms, whatever he said, his experience was visible. He was carrying two retired air force couples from Leh, we saw him in many places the previous day and befriended him at the Sarchu Camp. He said, the Sarchu Leh section was tough and told us to follow on, I thought that was easy, turned out to be pretty difficult.
Started after him at 0645AM, 3 kms after the camp, came to the first water crossing, Mother of all crossings!!!! Already 2 lorries and a Sumo were stuck deep, the other side, vehicles were waiting. There was a deep stream, the whole place was soggy with pebbles and sand on the stream bed. Bipin stopped the car 300 mtrs away, got out and did a recce, evened out the edges with his leg and reduced the depth of the stream and found where he could drive through, told two of his hefty male passengers to get out, engaged gear and just buldozed through the path he had carefully chosen, he was on to the other side!!! I was watching with heart-in-mouth, Bipin gestured from the other side for me to follow suit, Jiggy and Prajesh got out out in a hurry, I though what the heck, engaged 1st and let rip. The Wolt dipped into the stream, the back wheel spun a lot, too much pedal, bounced twice, something hit the underchasis and I was growling through to the other side.
After the crossing, I sat gripping the wheel tightly, breathing hard. Meybe 5 minutes later, stepped out to inspect the damage. The differential was surely hit, i could find scratch marks, no other visible problems, stone hits on many places, the front fibre-glass shield was cracked, thank God it was only the shield !!!!
Bipin was hard at work, he organized for another lorry to tie a ripe on the stuck Sumo and managed to pull it out. Such was his leadership and drive that he helped a swift, wagon R and another lorry to cross, they were all waiting throughout the night and Bipin was the Knight of the day, they would have waiting for a long long time, had this guy not come along.
Next 27 KMs, we were on dreaded Baralacha La, Bipins experience was priceless. He had told me clearly to avoid spots on the road with ice, not to stop on ice, not to brake on ice and not to accerate on ice and be on low gear; though we know the rules, doing it actually under stress is different. Where the roads were narrow, Bipin tucked in early to allow oncoming cars to pass. There was a very narrow section, a convoy of lorrries were climbing up, there was a stale mate, we could not reverse, road was filled with frozen ice, rolling back was not an option, we would slither back dangerously. Bipin got out, removed stones and snow to allow the lorries to pass through, the block was unblocked with simple common sense. Another time, due to a huge flock of sheep, we were stuck for 10 minutes, I engaged reverse, ice on the raod, the back wheels spun madly, I could smell rubber burning, thakfully we moved back and we tucked into the shoulder of snow for the sheep to pass. Another bad water-crossing followed with a bridge, Bipin again got out again, scouted it carefully, walked around it for 5 minutes and took a careful path through boulders and on to the bridge, we followed him through safely.
This guy was really something and knew the lay of the land and every curve of the road like the back of his hand. After Zing Zing Bar, about 16 kms after Baralacha La, the road improved, Bipin started ripping, to keep up with him was difficult, he was like a bat out of hell, decided ripping after him was a dangerous game and let go at Koksar. Darcha, Jispa and Keylong went by, 62 kms in 200 minutes, with lots of photos stops. Stoped at Tandi for Diesel fill, after Sisu stopped at Koksar for a lunch stop opp the Police staion, lovely spot with a big waterfull right opposite, the food was decent too.
The scenary after Zing Zing bar is like any other HP place, hills, snow, river, greens and mountain country.
Uploading photos till the lunch stop....... gotta run for a meeting.
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Last edited by ramkya1 : 14th July 2010 at 18:34.
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