This was our second trip to Sangla valley.
On our first trip at 5pm I was cleaning the air filter, draining sedimetar and what not. Eventually Tata had to send a tech from Solan.
This time the WE held her ground. No tire bursts, no hiccups, but who can tame the mountain.
And as I navigated through a narrow road section, the loud bang confirmed the worst fears of a tourer.
The mountain was falling.
Seconds later, another big rock falls, smack on the windscreen at passenger side.
I floor the pedal. We have to get out of here!
thankfully, this missile attack sequence was the only one.
Sangla was more like a ghost town with everything closed. We stop, get down, and inspect the damage.
The roof is fine, Superficial scratch on the side.
the windscreen is another matter. There are three "pin point" nicks. I run my fingers inside, thankfully no deformation inside, only there are these nicks on the outside.
She does have a tough hide, including the windscreen.
Nothing much to do here. Its time to move forward towards chitkul.
Many of you who have never been to Sangla recently, may have a very rosy picture, but the fact is that if you want to see a shining example of nature destroyed for progress, visit that place.
the dam has all but ruined anything.
Past few years saw Sangla being heavily marketed.
so the town is a mini concrete jungle.
Even further up resorts and hutments(all closed now) spoil the landscape.
Due to some reason, the hillsides also have less vegetation and baspa is no longer that majestic winding river.
We trudged on, and little after Sangla came across the ultimate obstacle.
Ice on road. Due to sun shining, the snow had packed up, and it was slippery has hell.
I did not have the courage to stop and take pictures, we decided to trudge forward on the narrow road as far as possible.
On the way locals indicated that Rakcham is as far as we could go.
Road to chitkul had been cleared but due to fresh snowfall yesterday, and melting ice, it was now impassable.
Slowly and slowly as we gained altitude, it became clear what they were saying. Even in 4WD every now and then the wheels would spin when they lost traction, and we would stop, reverse and go forward again.
And then there is another loud bag, from inside the car.
Hippo (traditional flat variety) packet explodes. On our ladakh trips, I prepare packets by doing a pin prick, letting out some air, and then resealing them with tape.
So hippo exploding at 3000mts was a surprise.
Anyways, it did make our heart stop for a while!
We cross Rakcham, and then the snow becomes truly impassable.
The front wheels spin and dig in, and rear keeps sliding.
Reverse is a good 100 mts back, and I am not confident to attempt that.
Time to trudge forward, as I spot a turnout 50mts ahead.
With great effort and sliding we reach the turnout, and now its time to take the U turn.
Turning is like turning a overloaded 747.
I turn and give throttle, but she goes in some other direction.
After a 100 point turn, finally we are facing the direction we came from.
Return journey should be easier thanks to downhill, or will it be a mess?
anyways, time to post a pic of the scary Sangla valley.
there is sure a lot of snow, but notice the hillsides on the opposite bank. A true mess if there was one.
The flowers are gone from this one. Perhaps this heavy snowy winter will make them bloom in May again?
We reach an iron bridge, the only uphill section, and then two donkeys jump in front of the WE. Real donkeys, not two legged variety. And I have to stop. Groan!!!!
I knew what was coming next. Anyways, I leave clutch as slowlly as possible, and all I get is slide. Its an icy uphill track, and 4WD or no 4WD, she aint going up without momentum.
Time to reverse a good 10 meters, and try again, slowly.
We climb the bridge, and I take this pic
another pic taken later
As we descend snow lessens, we are going back to Kalpa after getting plummeted.
You can see the lack of vegetation and the barren landscape. It looks good because of snow. There are a few apple orchards though. Probably when they bloom in May it will look better?
Goodbye Sangla
But its not easy, is it.
We come to the same section, and this time I have a better view from this side.
Rocks are falling.
big ones, small ones, and they are continuously falling.
I nudge as close as I dare, and start timing them
Between rock fall there are times of peace.
Finding such a window I just floor the pedal and roar through.
Tiny ones still hit, but nothing major. As I said, she has a thick hide.
Its late afternoon, and we are on the hell highway, the NH22 again. Going back to Sangla.
Its been a bad and sunny day. The WD which was supposed to hit on 27th-28th has still not come. Will the sun keep shining?
TO BE CONT.........