Thursday, August 30, 2007

Day 11: Reality Calls

We booked tickets for the bus leaving Manali at 3pm and reaching New Delhi at 7 am the next day. There is no choice. You have to leave Manali by 3 if you wish to see New Delhi the next morning.

The train to Guwahati was at 2359 hrs from New Delhi. So we had some time which we didn’t want to while away in New Delhi. After intense discussion, some shopping, a visit to a Gompa in Manali, lunch at madras café, we decided to while away our time in New Delhi. But we decided to do a movie marathon. Morning to night, we wanted to watch movies. We wanted all hell to break loose. But rarely, dear reader, rarely things turned the way we wanted it to turn. I’m sorry to disappoint you, hell did not break loose.

The bus to Delhi left precisely an hour late, but not before the usual drama of leaving the passengers clueless on the time of actual departure.

The bus is something to speak about. It has a sleeper coach above the seats, where in two people can sleep. Designed for the honeymooners, in all possibility. And so, this Indian lady “upgraded” her seat to a sleeper and later found that she had to share the travel with a firang-guy. It was here, that our dream of hell breaking loose took place. All hell broke loose. Drama unfolded like we’ve never before watched. Oneiro and I were enjoying every minute. Abuses flew, Bus Conductor came running, the other firangs confused, while some holy gentlemen decided to smoke. And, all the drama that was quoted, took place before the bus left.

What could’ve been sorted by a simple request was blown out of proportion and we witnessed the demonstration of mayhem, end to end.

Amidst this drama, the honeymooner guy with a potbelly (easily 40” waist) got down from his sleeper coach in his inner wear, with his vest reading “I look like John Abraham”. So, there, dear readers surfaced the evidence of comedy in the proceedings.

Day 10: Pleasantness continues to descend

9. Manali

“Look at the commercialization maan!” – SF on Manali, upon arrival

You know what Vishnu, I think Manali is the closest to the Himalayas, the “not so fit” people can reach” – O on Manali

It must be close to 7 when we reached Manali. The place, I tell you, is totally in contrast with Leh. Commercialization has spoilt the beauty of Manali. It’s a honeymooners’ paradise. We did see quite a lot of couples cuddling and walking with hands around the other’s waist and stuff like that.

We had a train to catch from Delhi the next day.

The 19 hour bus journey had spoilt any enthusiasm that was left in us. We hardly spoke. The waiter at “madras café” in Manali stood by our side for 15 minutes waiting for us to order. That was the scenario. We found ourselves seconds away from drifting to sleep when Oneiro asked me to pass the water bottle. I turned and turned back with the bottle and he was fast asleep.

Sunday, August 26, 2007

Day 10: Pleasantness Descends

We left for the bus stand at 0000hrs. I think you should write this down somewhere. There are absolutely no streetlights at Leh. Pitch dark. You never know which pot hole is waiting to gobble up your foot or which dog’s tail is going to be the bait. Having undertaken the journey far and wide, we went all the way wherever destiny took us. Our internal sense of direction worked quite well and we reached the bus stand. A couple of firangs were waiting for the bus too. And we later found out in the 12 seat maxi-cab, apart from the driver, 8 of them were firangs.

The view along the Leh to Manali route is like a very nicely edited movie, which has won the award for cinematography. If you find this analogy horrible, then it only means that there is no other parallel that I can think of to explain you with words. I’ll try and post pictures.

One of the noteworthy events on this journey was that, I could satisfy my life long desire of having chocolate tea. This happened at this place called Darcha, which is a stopover for bikers and other travelers in need of a good meal. No longer did I see chocolate tea on the menu card, the feeling of being overjoyed engulfed. My first ever!

We seemed to travel uphill, downhill, between planes (the geometric planes), over the wooden bridges, on the gravel, in the flowing water, boy. Don’t even begin to ask. It was so pleasing that we didn’t take any photos. Coz, if we had indeed taken, we had to take every single frame of the travel. We decided not to click any snap.

Wednesday, August 22, 2007

Road to Khardung La

A 1 min video of the road to khardung la. At these conditions, to shoot a one minute video itself was a challenge.

Monday, August 20, 2007

Day 9: Adventure & Sickness re-surfaces

Having “done” Lamayuru, we decide to go to Khardung La, which is the highest motorable road in the world. We hired the bike for an extra day, get the required in-line permits (yes, tourists need permits here and the hotel or the guest house you stay in will arrange for this quite easily. When you’re visiting Leh, please do carry an identity proof – passport (or at the least a driver’s license). The distance from Leh to Khardung La is 45 km. For at least 40 kms, the road is just fine. Beyond this, the landslides and water from glaciers have spoilt the road. Below is a video that was shot as we rode from Leh to Khardung La

Khardung La is at 18,000 odd feet above sea level and a little more than 6,000 feet above Leh. Acclimatization is very important. Visiting Khardung La on the second day of your stay at Leh is risky. Fourth day would be more like it.

We had started by 7 AM on the July morning and it was freezing cold. The rider had to use a glove to keep fingers from going numb. By the time we reached South Pullu (which is at an altitude of 15,000 odd ft) the whole body and the blood was demanding something hot inside. I have a strong feeling that the body parts (you know, heart, veins, this, that and something else) started becoming hard and the blood solidifying. I didn’t dare share this with Oneiro. He would’ve probably pushed me from one of the many opportunities that abound for such an act of great valor. And yes, there’s tea available in South Pullu and its good. We got tea mixed with our blood and things began to improve. Improve inside the body I mean, because, outside, the road began to get worse, and, heart just came to mouth! Simply. And things got better and I live to tell the tale, as always, so that’s a different thing altogether.

There’s a small canteen at Khardung La where you get maggi (instant noodles), coffee, tea and soft drinks. Now, if one has not given enough time for acclimatization at Leh, its an open invitation for mountain sickness. It just comes and never goes until you descend to a lower altitude.

It was here that the Vishnu duo first separated. Yes. He went ahead and I stayed back. I couldn’t put myself together to go further and I decided to spend my time at Khardung La. After watching the army men, the European tourists, the enthusiastic bikers and 90 minutes, the other Vishnu returned to find me in a bad shape. The anti-“throw-up” tablet did exactly the opposite. And it was here onwards that the other Vishnu rode the bike like a man possessed. Once we hit the tar road after the gravel, the 180 Pulsar never saw a speed below 60kmph. In those ghat-sections, this is a risk. A Border Roads Organization road sign read “Don’t Gossip, Let him drive” and I just shut my mouth until we reached the hotel room.

Shanti Stupa happened. We hadn’t seen the places Leh had to offer us. So, with the available time, we went to Shanti Stupa and it is nicely mounted on a hillock. The huge number of stairs leading to the Stupa got us think twice about climbing it. But, we needed exercise too, so, we did climb and the view from atop was indeed impressive. The huge open space was a revelation. It was getting dark and we started to descend. If you’re in Leh, do go to this place not after shopping, but before and carry zero or minimum stuff with you. There is a small restaurant up there which caters to your needs of tea and snacks. Give yourself at least three hours for this place.

It was the same night 0100hrs we had a bus to Manali.We grabbed a bite here and a drink there and shopped till we dropped, packed clothes, emptied bladders, settled bills and slept.
No, we did. The time was 2200hrs. We had time till 0000hrs. So, you know, in the manner of speaking, we did shut our eyes and went from one dreamland to another.