Zojila knocked me out!!!! HVK, let me check records, will give full details. Thanks for all your telephonic guidance and updates.
============= 19th June: From reports we had, the days ride had to be difficult. People had practically scared the proverbial pants off me (even after I had the my belts on tight) by quotes like "craters that can sink trucks", "pot holes that break radiators", "moon like surface" !!!!!
With trepidation we started on a very cold morning, by now our shorts were packed away, cold guests of wind were sneaking through and freezing "you-know-what's" already, the wollies were on top of the rucksacks and only a snap away. I had the maximum fear, being the oldest of the lot. My fear was unexpressed and unstated, but knotting my intestines neverthless, so started drinking electral laced water unconsciously. My younger companions were unmindfully downing parathas, chappatas, omlets and breads and whatever that comes at arms lengths, while all I could eat was morsels which further fueled my fears, something bad is going to happen to me????
We got into NH1D after an endless chakkar around the Dal lake, nobody around 6 AM, the GPS guiding the way, finally we saw a homo sapie and he pointed the way, we were on the right track. We were looking for a fuel station, were becoming alarmed as for the next 27 KMs nothing was visible, suddenly it was raining fuel stations, 4-5 in a cluester27 kms later, 4-5 of them before Gandharball toll gate !!! Kagan and Gund passed by, OK roads and reached Sonamarg town, we picked up a crate of water as an armiy convoy trundeled by lazily. Talked to a taxi driver and quietly asked, "How's Zojila?", he looked at me with pity and said, "OK, your car would pass", but the look on his face by the look on my face told the story, the kntts on my tummy did a Jackie Chan flop, my face become paler. When I got back into the car, Jiggy and Prajesh asked me, "what's the news", I did'n't want to tell them what I heard so I said, "Zojila is OK", they were visibly relieved!!
We started the climb slowly, the surface was bad, boulders, pebbles, small craters, thankfully not water filled ones, needed a lot of 2nd and 1st gear, the Wolt had a lot of torque to beat them all. Came to a dead stop @ 11558 feets at 0930 AM for the downcoming traffic from Drass side, the soldiers were regulating traffic, found most of them talking on Malayalam and Tamil, even on the walkies!!!!! Had to wait for an hour plus for the traffic an an army convoy to pass.
The climb up after that was worse, for the next 10 kms, I had to stitch a careful path through boulders, slush and huge crators, the height was getting to me, I was finding driving difficult. A banging head-ache was tolling in my head, all my fears were snowballing out of control, stopped, got out and started vomiting!!!! I must have taken in about 2-3 liters of water but what came out seemed like 20, lookekd helplessless at my companions, they seemed OK, shaken but not stirred kind of people, I was a goner as far as focused driving was concerned. Jiggy said accusingly, "you said Zojila was OK, you are not OK", well....... what can I say.
Handed over the key to Prajesh first time only knowing he is a long distance driver with experience. He adopted to the Wolt like a duck to water and I passed out in the middle row.
30 minutes later I woke up with a start, the car was still and nobldy was inside, for a minute I thought my friends have gone to call a medic. Gingerly opened the doors, got out and saw them clicking away and striking poses with Drass river in the background. Things were Okey Dokey afterall. We roll on past, my head was also rolling, reach our hotel for the day, Hotel Caravan Serai on a small hillock. Nice place, OK food and what we expected, this would form our base for the next 2-3 days, would recommend it highly.
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Last edited by ramkya1 : 5th July 2010 at 23:22.
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