Kerala pt. 5 – Houseboat (Alleppey) & Fort Kochi + Ernakulam

Part 1: Trivandrum & Poovar backwaters

Part 2: Ponmudi & Kanyakumari

Part 3: Munnar & Periyar

Part 4: Thekkady

A houseboat is a pleasant affair, to put it mildly. Right from the outset, the well-natured crew of three made us feel at home, taking us along the coconut-tree horizon shore (which is ubiquitous on the Kerala logos and T-shirts, having seeped into popular culture as a representation of ‘God’s Own Country’ – with good reason) and near an island which lay just off the shoreline. Family pics were done above the prow, on the upper deck.

I got some great shots of the setting sun, including one in which the shoreline was reflected in the metal of the spheres that topped the guardrail posts, and the V’s of birds returning inshore to nest, long trails of black, fluttering wings making a beeline for their nightly haunts. Pynchon shows up everywhere, doesn’t he?

As dusk fell, we moored at one of the crew’s native village, going ashore to check out the sole handicraft shop and fish hut – just three freezers with prawns and fish. Selecting a tiger prawn was a no-brainer, along with some flattish fish for frying – I forget the name. I guess it is more than possible to identify it from its edible incarnation from the picture, but I am somehow less than inclined to do so.

The ocean sky at night is a wondrous sight, especially on cloudless nights such as the one I was fortunate enough to witness from the deck of the houseboat. Constellations are apparent, and the pinpoint stars bring to mind both Carl Sagan’s views on our perception of our significance in the vast universe as well as Incubus’s Wish You Were Here: “…the sky resembles a backlit canopy with holes punched in it…”

Satisfied with a restful night’s slumber, we awoke to a hearty breakfast laid out for us. I entered the appreciative comments I could think of on the spur of the moment into the guest book offered by the crew, and we reversed into the backwaters for the concluding leg of our southern sojourn towards Kochi.

Resuming our road trip with Saji, we passed variously-sized towns en route Kochi. A moment of serendipity, which is always admirable once experienced, made me glance up and catch sight of “Palakandi farms”, reminding me of a long-time school friend with Keralite and Italian heritage.

Kochi stands out with its brand new shiny Metro. After a meander through one of the malls for southern silk sarees, we left the city part (Ernakulam) and headed to Fort Kochi. Worth noting here that the mall entrance was framed by two tall multi-tiered dweepams with a Ganesha idol in the middle, and that the saree mall was on the ubiquitous M G Road in most Indian cities.

Crossing a bridge or two, we alighted near the Chinese fishing nets.

The graffiti on the exterior of the Cochin Aquatic Club was diverse, to say the least. A couple of signs marked out a neighboring restaurant-lined street as either Princes or Princess Street.

I’ll need to consult botany-savvy friends/people to identify the tree with huge, round fruit and large, open-petaled red flowers. We sauntered into Bastion Bungalow, home to the Ernakulam District Heritage Museum. A performance under the aegis of SPICMACAY was scheduled there, reminding me inescapably of their astoundingly mesmerizing performances at Sanawar.

A couple of photo opportunities presented themselves: Mom’s head got framed by stark (Marvel shout-out) tree branches forming a crown reminiscent of Hela from Thor:Ragnarok (incidentally played by Cate Blanchett, Galadriel in the Lord of the Rings’ film adaptation and an Australian thespian – I have a high affinity for all things Down Under). Also, a chameleon sunned itself atop the barrel of an ancient cannon still mounted on the Bastion’s rampart, facing the sea.

A truly beautiful graffiti of angel wings led to a Hulk pose for juxtaposition of power with purity.

We visited the church where Vasco da Gama was interred before his remains were taken to Portugal.

Coming back to the main part of Fort Kochi for a tour of the Dutch Museum, I espied a sign proclaiming the world’s largest varpu, a vessel made of metal. On that pursuit, I walked through the Jew town and crossed the Pepper & Spice Trade Association office.

The airport was a breeze as usual and I spiraled back to The Hitch Hiker’s Guide to the Galaxy with this reminder in the in-flight magazine:

Read ahead for Tirthan Valley

November 3, 2018November 11, 2019 by opendurbar

Enjoy A Bounty Of Beauty In Ooty!

The blue bloom of the Kurunji flower only occurs once every twelve years, but that takes nothing away from the Nilgiris (‘blue mountains’) that host many hill stations, one of the chief being Ooty, or Udhagamandalam as it is locally known in Tamil Nadu. Situated next to the artificial Ooty Lake which hosts boat races and pageants at the height of the tourist season in May, Ooty has been a sought-after destination since British rule times. Other water bodies like Avalanche Lake (a hotspot for trout fishing in pristine conditions) and Emerald Lake (as the name suggests, a captivating shade of blue), are in the surroundings, too.

Most famously, though, Ooty (also known as Ootacamund) is the terminal for the Nilgiri Mountain Railway, a UNESCO World Heritage Site since 2005 but operating since the first decade of the twentieth century. This steam locomotive train makes a meandering journey through the greenery of the Nilgiris to Coimbatore, passing several places of interest.

Extraordinary Travel Experiences

• CANNOT MISS: Nilgiri Mountain Railway, not just because it still runs from the century-old Udhagamandalam station, or even for the old-school Edmonton manual tickets that you are issued, but because it opens up the vistas of the Nilgiri Biosphere Reserve for your viewing pleasure, chugging along its rack-and-pinion tracks in some parts of the trip!
• Ooty Botanical Gardens boasts of a prehistoric fossilized tree, dated to 20 million years ago, as well as a plethora of botanical marvel – bonsai, herbs and ferns flourishing alongside flowers of all hues.
• Government Rose Garden lays claim to the title of the largest rose garden in India, and is chock-full of roses of intriguing varieties, including hybrid tea and black roses!
• Doddabetta, on the Ooty-Kotagiri road, is the highest mountain in the Nilgiris, and definitely worth a climb – not that the climb is too taxing, peaking at 2,623 meters.
• Pykara falls and Kamaraj Sagar Dam are also havens for many of the intriguing examples of the flora and fauna of the Nilgiri environs.

Out-of-the-Ordinary Tourism Options

Did you know that snooker, the popular variant of billiards, was first devised in this quaint town? The first table to host those rubbers still occupies pride of place at the Ooty Club. Also worth checking out if you have the luxury of time is the Ooty Golf Course.

Visiting The Vicinity

Best Months To Visit: All year, specially March to October

Height Above Mean Sea Level: ~7,000 feet, 2,200 meters

Cities:  Coimbatore, Mysore, Coonoor

Airport: Coimbatore

October 16, 2018March 20, 2019 by opendurbar

Leh – Ladakh

A Barren Beauty That Bedazzles The Brain!

‘Jullay’! This Ladakhi greeting is your gateway into the hearts and hearths of the friendly Ladakhi people, and will serve you well while travelling this desolate, cold desert full of natural wonder and earthly delights.

A mesmerizing place, Ladakh is –
as Yoda from Star Wars would put it

There are so many sights to see that the Ladakh region, along with its most populated city, Leh, exceeds any amount of time you stay there for. From one of the highest motor-able roads in the world, culminating at Khardung La (‘la’ means mountain pass) to the ultimate beauty that is on display at the Pangong Tso (‘tso’ means lake), Ladakh is a rainbow of sights and sounds – just try standing quiet for a moment next to any of the streams along the mountain roads, and listen to the wind and water roar!

If driving to Ladakh under your own steam, make sure you obtain your vehicle passes and Inner Line Permits from the government administrative offices in Leh for visiting Pangong and/or Nubra valley, since they are towards the Line of Actual Control towards China and Pakistan, respectively.

Extraordinary Travel Experiences

• CANNOT MISS: In Leh city:
  • Leh Palace is the most important landmark, with a treasure trove of history and special significance for Buddhists. More than five hundred years old, this royal residence rises through narrow, steep wooden staircases in a maze-like setting to nine floors! From the top, a marvelous panoramic view of the snow-capped peaks in the distance and the entire valley of Leh is visible, although in recent years the level of construction activity following the cloud burst in 2010 has expanded to the upper reaches of the mountainside on which this Palace stands. Far off in the distance, the Stok Kangri rears its mighty head, which you can see if luck shines on you in the form of sunlit and cloudless skies!
  • Tsemo Castle or Namgyal Tsemo Monastery is the highest point of Leh, and is barely five minutes uphill from the Leh Palace. Must visit for its truly immense golden Maitreyi Buddha statue
  • Shanti Stupa (Peace Dome) built in 1991 atop a part of the relics of the Buddha through Kushok Bakula (an Indian lama after whom the airport is named) as well as the Japanese’s efforts to promote world peace
  • War Museum is a showcase of the bravery and solidarity of the Indian Armed Forces, reached by driving or walking a short distance down the Leh highway
  • Datun Sahib, a tree so named due to an auspicious visit by the founder of Sikhism, Guru Nanak, located right in the main market
  • Spituk Monastery, near the Leh airport which is also named after the monastery’s founder
• EXCURSIONS:
  • Pangong Tso is unique in that it is shared by India and China! Get a visitor’s pass before you head this way through Chang La, the actual pass – where the highest seed vault in the world is maintained in collaboration with DRDO! Pangong is spectacularly beautiful in the mornings and evenings, so there are multiple tent-hotels along the shore if you want to catch both the sunrise and the sunset colors as they change the surface of the lake into a fireworks display!
  • Monasteries – Thiksey and Shey, fall along the route to Pangong, while Stok is in the opposite direction, an equally short drive away from Leh city. Alchi is a one thousand year old (thus very historical) architectural site, located sixty kilometers from Leh towards the west.
  • Khardung La claims to be the highest mountain road in the world, and it is not far off the mark, at a mind-numbing, bone-chilling 17,500 feet! En route Siachen Glacier (not accessible to civilians), this road leads to Nubra Valley and its major towns, Diskit and Hunder, where you must go to see the double-humped Bactrian camels! Grab as many Leh berry juice boxes as you can, for a shot of nutrients straight from the source! Head on to Turtuk, the last village in India proper, for chilling – literally – amidst apricot groves and pristine cold sand dunes!

Out-of-the-Ordinary Tourism Options

Trekking is not for everyone, and especially in high altitude regions like Leh – Ladakh. For the adventurous (and in tip top shape) people, Chadar trek in the Zanskar valley and bicycle trips along the Leh-Srinagar and Leh-Manali highways have become popular in the past few years. There is also a Ladakh Marathon, for those so inclined (no pun intended)!

Take some time to acclimatize to the scarce air, so that you can enjoy the local cultural dishes and culinary preparations. The Buddhist, Tibetan and Muslim convergence throws up an array of souvenirs and keepsakes that are unique to Ladakh.

Visiting The Vicinity

Best Months To Visit: Peak summers, May to September

Height Above Mean Sea Level: ~11,000 feet, 3,500 meters

Cities:  Leh, Lamayuru, Diskit, Kargil

Airport: Leh

Read more about our experiences here!

https://opendurbar.wordpress.com/2017/06/21/leh-ladakh-june-2017-part-1/

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October 13, 2018January 15, 2019 by opendurbar

Dhanushkodi

The stretches of sand that pervade this extremity of the Indian island of Rameswaram (also referred to as Pamban Island) are pristine to the point of being world-class beach material.

However, there is no clamor for space as with other frequented beaches because of its relative isolation from casual tourist destinations.

 

The nearest substantial town is the holy place of Rameswaram, which I visited during my South Indian trip.

 

The beaches of Dhanushkodi stretch out along the Gulf of Mannar in the Bay of Bengal, across which lies the pearl of the Indian Ocean, Sri Lanka.

 

 

 

Extraordinary Travel Experiences

• CANNOT MISS: Beautiful stretches of shoreline along which you can recreate your favorite beach moments from movies and popular culture. The last parking roundabout on the road jutting out into the beach is where you can find some local snack vendors, otherwise the only company is the ferries and other tourists.
• Rameswaram, home to the eminent Ramanathaswamy Temple which is one of the four Dham pilgrimage sites in Hinduism, is about an hour’s drive back towards the Indian mainland across Pamban Bridge.

 

Out-of-the-Ordinary Tourism Options

Take a ferry ride into the Gulf of Mannar, if you are keen on seeing a view of the ocean all around you.

 

Visiting The Vicinity

Best Months To Visit: Winters

Height Above Mean Sea Level: ~ 5 feet, 2 meters

Cities:  Rameswaram

Airport: Madurai

 

September 26, 2018April 8, 2020 by opendurbar

Kerala pt. 4 – Elephant Junction, Kumily, Sterling Thekkady

Continuing from Part 3: Idukki & Periyar

The afternoon saw us load ourselves into a shiny jeep and get driven to Elephant Junction. Boy, there couldn’t be a more appropriate name.

Two elephants stood near the gates, and I confess I was slightly intimidated, lest one or both take a sudden shine to me. They are intelligent, those pachyderms.

A few paces down the path leading to the platforms built for climbing the basic seats piled on to the elephants’ backs, we heard screams of delight from behind a screen of bamboos, and were accompanied there to see a French lady astride Ramba (we were told the elephant’s name when our turn came next), sopping wet but clearly thrilled. Once she and her companion left after she shared her excitement at experiencing another unique thing to share with her kids and grandkids back home, the mahout invited us to feed Ramba cut up pumpkins.

The mammoth-descendant (I think correctly, I hope) slurped in the fist-sized pieces with relish, and soon I climbed in the precise three steps shown by the mahout on to the back – or neck, hard to differentiate while in boxers and atop alive tons of life. At a short command from the mahout, Ramba knocked the air out of my lungs with one spray of water from his trunk.

This was unfamiliar territory. Rushing water is fine by me: I’ve spent many an afternoon since childhood in mountain streams and rivers, pitting my body against the brunt of onrushing water. So is riding elephants, but that was on safari in Rajaji and Jim Corbett National Parks, not in Idukki and Periyar. There is a first time for everything, though, and if that isn’t how I deal with all sorts of flotsam and jetsam in the turbulent seas of life, I don’t know what is. It seems I have been in a Kunstlerroman for quite a while, but I think of it as a never ending process, the gaining of experience and knowledge in all their forms for influencing my words and their combinations, convoluted or otherwise.

Looking back on it, those bursts of water are ingrained as another experience inimitable even if I were to visit that same Elephant Junction again! The elephant ride that followed echoed previous jumbo jaunts that I’d been on, except I had the elephant all to myself this time around.

As I waited at the entrance to Elephant Junction after I’d alighted my pachyderm, Ramba stood in its bath, as the mahout barked orders and bathed it. Gentle creatures when calm, these behemoths.

The same jeep we had arrived in took us along a short and winding road (inescapably, Beatles) to a spice plantation – or as we realized as the ‘tour’ of the plantation concluded, actually a wholesale outlet for ayurvedic emollients, hair & brain tonics (not altogether hare-brained, though) and concoctions made from local flora.

Mum and lil sis obliged the courteous staff with a few purchases, and we returned to Kumily (adjacent to Thekkady/Sterling) for a memorable performance of Kalaripayattu, starting in the somber mood of exercises and routines then finishing with a flourish amidst rings on fire like those we jumped through for Tattoo (during Founder’s Day celebrations in the first week of October) at Sanawar. A committed physical performance, full of daring and obviously hard to get down pat.

I ventured out into the cool evening for a breath of tea-tinged air as mom and lil sis watched Kathakali in the auditorium right next door to the Kalaripayattu arena.

Climbing is not a far climb for me as far as climbing hills and mountains goes (just another antanaclasis). I took a leisurely stroll in the market of Kumily, observing that the spices sold in bulk here compared evenly to those we had bought at the bazaar in Munnar. That tracks, since the entire Idukki range is one enormous tea and spice plantation, as borne out by Victor pointing out all sorts of spices up the hillsides and down in the valleys from the very first day we had hired him to take us to Ponmudi.

Remembering that day, nearly a week ago, I realize that the act of reliving memories is akin to attempting prognostication, since the present is being given up to thoughts about the past or the future. I trod and thought for a short while before returning to click pics of mum and sis with the Kathakali artistes (and also take a rudimentary obligatory selfie from the viewing gallery, just for keepsakes), after which we took a local autorickshaw back to Sterling for a sumptuous dinner, after an incredibly novel day – no pun intended.

Being in south India, albeit far from the madding crowds (apologies to Mr. Hardy), reminded me how much I enjoyed R K Narayan’s writings, from his accomplished saga of excesses and redemption, The Guide, to his whimsical, nostalgic and frankly sarcastic account of his journey through America in 1956, My Dateless Diary. While my copy was loaned to Q (who is now in America, wonder of wonders), I remember the book even more distinctly because that was the time in which he wrote The Guide, and I like his reminiscing, dwelling-on-societal-disparities style. It helps that 1950s America was very different, the way he tells it, from India – quite understandably so. While he lived to see the dawn of the twenty-first century, I doubt the technological advancements that had taken place in the intervening half-century were looked upon with fondness by the author.

The pool at Sterling Thekkady was kidney bean-shaped, and one edge had a triangular board like the one that says “Richard Chesler” in Fight Club, with “No Diving” written on it. I had asked the friendly guy at the front desk (barely ten feet away from the pool) if it was okay to ignore it, and he was quite nonchalant about it, so I went ahead and back-somersaulted into the water.

A staff member in the background of my slo-mo seems peeved, but that was short-lived. I practiced a few strokes and then we were off towards Alleppey on the Arabian Sea coast, passing the Pattumalay Tea Factory.

Saji was our new driver, and we reached the launch point of our houseboat in good time.

June 25, 2018January 19, 2019 by opendurbar

Above Kullu/Manali, Himachal Pradesh, India

Access: Road: Drive up from Chandigarh (about 6 hours) or Delhi (overnight).

Air: Fly into Bhuntar airfield from Delhi or Chandigarh.

Literally above the clouds at 2,652 metres (8,701 ft), Malana is reached by trekking for an hour from Nirang (where a dam is under construction), accessible by road from Jari in the Parvati valley above Bhuntar.

Nowadays, to conserve the pristine environment, visitors are encouraged to stay at Nirang, so that they can trek to Malana (or onwards) without leaving a lasting impact on nature. Indeed, the heaps of trash littering the walking path made such steps necessary, and we visited just in time, I’d say.

From a few dozen wood-and-mud houses, the village has become a concrete town, as you can see in my pic above. Thankfully, this should remain the furthest extent of so-called development for a few decades. With the Nirang dam coming up soon, it might spell disaster for the culture. Fingers crossed against that!

 

January 26, 2018May 17, 2020 by opendurbar

Leh Ladakh June 2017: Part 4

Leh – Pangong Tso Lake (night stay) – Leh

Above: Pangong Tso, looking towards China 

After a refreshing night’s sleep, we obtained our permit for Pangong from the SDM office in Leh. The pass to Nubra valley was closed due to inclement weather, else we would have preferred to go there first, intending to spend the night at Diskit or Hunder, and taking in Turtuk (with its apricot trees and double humped (Bactrian) camels).

We tanked up on fuel at Leh, and retraced 35 kilometers down the way we had come from Himachal through Baralacha La and Tanglang La. From the well-settled town of Karu, the road to Pangong begins with an upward cut from the main Leh highway. It is best to prepare for the drive ahead by lunching at Karu, which we did.

Above: the turn towards Chang La, for Pangong Lake

The pass ahead is called Chang La, and is a muddy, slushy road due to the snow that borders the track. We were glad to give a lift to a few local ladies till Shakti/Sakhti, about 10 kilometers uphill from Karu. The road worsened steadily, till we reached the top, where DRDO has its highest Research & Development Centre (update: India’s seed vault is also managed by DRDO at Chang La!). I got a lucky frame of a mountain dog (we used to call them ‘gaddee’ in Sanawar, I couldn’t find out the local names for these shaggy dogs) perched on the snow with the sun shining feebly through the snowy clouds.

Once we rounded the top of the pass marked by the DRDO facility (where you can rest and eat – but very basic facilities only), the snow stopped and we descended steadily, taking care to cross the river-inundated valley without damaging our cars. The road after Chang La is relatively good, reminiscent of the Roller Coaster Road before Tanglang La. Once the army camps start, you know you are at Tangste valley, home to Pangong Tso. We reached here at the ideal time of around 3:30 – 4 p.m.

We got our PERMIT checked at the ITBP-Army checkpost, and the 20-30 odd kilometers remaining between us and Pangong went by pretty smoothly, with a green, mossy swamp covering the middle of the valley through which the road runs. The last 5-8 kilometers are the usual mountain road – rocky, slippery but not too dangerous if you drive sensibly. Once you round the last mountain, the glimpse of the beginning of Pangong’s blue waters hits hard!

There was a broken down truck just beyond this last major turn, but we were fortunate to have space to just squeeze past it and descend to Pangong’s shores. From the beginning, the road runs along Pangong up to the border area of Chushul, about 30 kilometers ahead. We chose to stay near the brightly-lit and well-peopled (with tourists) eateries, and soon found a good tent with cots that could easily accommodate all four of us. The owner was from Leh, and with a hearty “Julley”, we settled in for the evening.

We were lucky to have a cloudless night. It was freezing cold (this is the second week of June, by the way – the hottest time of the year in most of India), but I took a couple of night time moonlit photos as we filled ourselves with food and drink. Around midnight, after watching the larger groups (mostly bikers on Royal Enfields and the like) gambol around the bonfires, we retired to our tent.

I woke up at 5:30 a.m. in the morning, and took a short time lapse of the sunrise over the mountains on the opposite shore of Pangong. It was windy and bitterly cold, so I crept back into our tent, under the quilt and arose again at breakfast time. Then we went down to the shore and I splashed around a bit – just face, hands and feet – the water is too cold, and combined with the wind, makes one feel frozen!

Now that we knew the lay of the land back to Leh like the back of our hands, we drove at a leisurely pace, enjoying the small hailstones that fell along the way up to Chang La. Our descent was muddy again, and there were significantly more tourists than yesterday. We had a late lunch at Karu, at the same place we had eaten before, and reached Leh by 4 in the afternoon. Thus, with time on our hands, we took in the famous Leh Palace and the Castle of Tsemo before returning to our hotel and indulging in some much-needed rest after so much of grueling mountain driving.

Update for the culmination of this trip coming soon: Leh – Lamayuru – Kargil – Zoji La – Srinagar – Pathankot – Amritsar – Delhi.

July 12, 2017January 19, 2019 by opendurbar

Leh Ladakh June 2017: Part 3

Baralacha La, Sarchu, Pang, Tanglang La, to Leh

[Prev: Manali – Rohtang – Jispa]

In the morning, we started towards Leh – our destination for the night. The check post at Darcha, just a few kilometers after Jispa, proved to be no problem as we had our permits on hand. We had filled up our fuel at Tandi (the last fuel station for 350-400 kilometers around, so pay heed, self-driven adventurers!) yesterday, so we embarked on the arduous (for the car) climb of the ice-packed Baralacha La. At a top height of 4830 meters above sea level, Baralacha La is the first of 4 passes before Ladakh valley, the others being Naki La, Lachung La and Tanglang La. Of these, Tanglang La is the last and highest, at 5360 meters. But we will get there at a steady pace.

After Sarchu (beyond Baralacha La), these are the landmarks

The road is broken and overrun by waterfalls – literally, there is a danger of being swept into the valley by the current of cascading water – which are difficult to negotiate if one is not careful. As for the moment, we climbed carefully through the packed ice that had formed walls on both sides of the road after being cut through. There is barely space for two cars to pass in most places. 

Once you have negotiated Baralacha La, you will come to the settlement of Sarchu. While many people aim to cover the stretch from Manali to Sarchu in one go, we strongly advise staying at Keylong or Jispa to make sure you have enough time to cross Tanglang La the same day as Baralacha La.
In all of Ladakh, which starts after Sarchu, the wind is cyclonic. We had a quick, simple meal of local ingredients with rice and lentils at Sarchu, and pushed on to cross the relatively easy passes of Naki La and Lachung La, and thus reached the next valley – with a small group of tents announcing itself Pang – marking the transition. Be warned about the upcoming stretch of very, very smooth, asphalt road –we named it Jumpy Roller Coaster Road due to its regular drops that made our cars jump into the air at speeds close to a 100 kilometers per hour!

After the fun drive that lasted about 20-30 odd kilometers, we turned upwards towards Tanglang La, which tops out at 5360 meters above sea level. As soon as we looked ahead into the upward valley, we could tell it was going to be stormy. True to nature, snow started falling just as we started our climb, at around half past five in the evening. It is not too long a pass, but driving in fresh snow is a devil in itself.

We kept up our spirits and soon saw an Audi Q5 that we had helped replace its burst tire (seriously!) earlier, catching up to us. We let it pass ahead and followed in its tire tracks, and caught up with a few trucks that were paving the way through the fresh snow accumulating ahead. After three hours of painstaking braking, slipping, sliding, wiper-jamming driving, we felt the snow weaken, and as we rode down the smooth road after Tanglang La, relief was the most prominent feeling in our minds!

From here on out, passing a few quaint towns like Sosoma and Upshi, we crossed Karu (the turn for Pangong Tso lake (coming up next) and reached Leh at 11 in the night, booking a great room but getting overcharged for bread omelets and tea. Nevertheless, it had been an exhilarating day, and we looked back at our photos and adventures late into the night.

NEXT: Pangong Tso (night stay) and back to Leh.

July 9, 2017February 6, 2019 by opendurbar

Leh Ladakh June 2017: Part 2

Rohtang pass – Koksar – Keylong – Jispa [night stay]

A small glimpse of the natural wonder on the way to Ladakh from Lahaul valley

Resuming our journey from Part 1 (Delhi to Manali)

Permits for both cars had been obtained for the next day, so we bought snacks, water and sundries. Chess was played and mobiles were toyed with as we nodded off to sleep.

Chess for the brain, fresh mountain air for the mind

The decision to stay in Vashisht rather than Manali or even old Manali (a charming place still) was to avoid the serpentine queues of tourist cabs and the ubiquitous Tempo Travelers leading all the way up to Rohtang pass. Our stay was arranged by our good old friend, Amit.

Spot the paraglider! Seriously, though, start early from Manali to avoid the tourist jam at Rohtang Pass

Early next morning, we started well and made it to the check point of Rohtang pass following the line of slow moving vehicles. There was only one booth that was operational (standard, by my previous experiences) so the passage made for slow going; still we made it through and got our permits checked and stamped. There were many tourists for a few kilometers, but soon we descended the rocky, damaged road and were on our way through the valley of Lahaul-Spiti.

Snow makes the world a more beautiful place

This valley lies in Himachal Pradesh, and has two district headquarters – Keylong for Lahaul, and Losar for Spiti. For tripping to Spiti Valley’s Kaza and Chandertal, READ THIS POST about our journey and circumlocution of Chandertal last June (2016).

The way you can be sure of your timely progress is to keep driving till Koksar (where they check your permit), which is a small settlement along the valley’s major bridge. Keylong is a smooth ride from here on out, which is a huge relief after the traffic at Rohtang and the rocky road till Koksar.

We had stayed in Keylong last June, and we knew through research and folks’ tales that Sarchu, a popular name but unfortunate night-stay option, was quite far. Hence, we had settled it previously that we would stay at Jispa along the banks of the Bhaga river, and what a great decision it turned out to be.

With the sun setting behind the Himalayas, we stuck to our decision of staying overnight at Jispa, NOT SARCHU

Earlier in Manali, we had casually enquired a local who had ‘Jispa Journey’ emblazoned on his jeep’s windscreen about the place. That got us the number of Mr S Gyaltsen, a Jispa native. Even though there is mobile coverage in Jispa, it is rare and erratic. As a happy consequence, while tracking the particular Jispa Journey place, we chanced upon a young lad, Gaurav Katoch, who had just set up two brand new tents. We were to be his very first guests at a very economical price, including dinner! We would be glad to refer you to him for advance bookings for adventure sports and accommodation, right on the river’s edge. Connect with us at @opendurbar on Twitter, @opendurbar_aa on Instagram, or opendurbar@gmail.com!

Our stay location at Jispa – courtesy Gaurav Katoch

It was pretty windy, and Jispa is on the riverbank, making it colder still. The fun began as soon as we settled into the 5-man tent (4 of us, so plenty of room) and set up our seating spot plus table behind it, shielding us from the wind. I made a time lapse and it was everything I hoped it would be.

These interesting trees are concentrated at the end of the adjacent melting-snow stream

As evening drew on, Gaurav built a fire, and we hustled around it, reliving the drive up to Jispa and discussing the way ahead with our young host. He commended our decision to eschew Sarchu, as will become clear when we move on to Baralacha La and Tanglang La tomorrow. At Jispa, however, we had a simple, nutritious dinner and slumbered comfortably to the sound of roaring wind and rushing water.

Part 3: Baralacha La and Tanglang La – nearly snowed under!

June 23, 2017July 24, 2020 by opendurbar

Leh Ladakh June 2017: Part 1

ABOVE ALL ELSE: Make your trip zero-environmental-impact. Keep collecting ALL your non-biodegradable trash and deposit it into proper waste bins when you RETURN, not along the way or in nature. Every little bit we do has a positive effect – believe it.

Part 1: Delhi to Vashisht (Manali), before Rohtang Pass

At what I will consider, in hindsight, to be an auspicious odometer reading of 42, 706 km, we started from Delhi on a clear June evening. The moon was out early, and as its light spread across the night sky, we ascended the foothills of the mighty Himalayas by taking a bypass towards Ropar from Ambala. It was not a well-known route, but it saved the Kiratpur-Chandigarh bypass from being trod on by our new tires. 🙂

I like 42 – it is the Answer to the Ultimate Question in Hitch Hikers’ Guide to the Galaxy

The early morning greeted us through the Kullu valley, the river tumbling down in the mischievous way mountainous rivers are wont to. Breathing in the air like Pink Floyd exhorts us to, we took a short breakfast break and steeled ourselves for facing the short but congested route through Manali city. I used to call it a town but it has gone the way most overcrowded tourist destinations go – to the dogs. Nevertheless, we had to get our permit for Keylong (NOT for Rohtang – those are for people returning the same day or next morning from the relatively near and equally crowded Rohtang pass).

The endless river – more natural than Pink Floyd’s 🙂

PERMITS: IMPORTANT

The importance of this permit cannot be overstated. If you are in a locally hired vehicle, the driver may take care of this for you. All for a fee, of course. The in-person way to get this made for your own vehicle – we had a Honda Amaze (diesel) and a Hyundai Santro (petrol) – is to apply online at the website of the Sub Divisional Magistrate of Kullu-Manali [if you want to check it out right away: Permits for Rohtang]. The fee is only INR 50, but getting it done through touts or agents costs more – anywhere between INR 200 (if you’re not overly hoodwinked) to INR 500 (extravagant but quick). The pass is only available for the current and next day, so be sure of your traveling times before getting the permit either yourself or through someone.

If getting it done yourself, you will be required to enter your car’s details (Registration Certificate), driver’s details (Driving License), Pollution Under Control certificate etc. so keep these handy. As mentioned in driving advice available all over the Internet, your car should ideally be in top condition. On this note, I’d recommend reading (or at least taking along, for the literal ride) Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance by Robert Pirsig.

The moon from Kullu valley

After getting the permit for Keylong – again, NOT just for Rohtang but for BEYOND Rohtang), we were ready for the last-stage preparations for our trip to Leh Ladakh.

A valley-hugging cloud over Manali, seen from Vashisht

A makeshift footbridge encountered during a late evening excursion

Part 2: Rohtang Pass, Koksar, Keylong, Jispa, before Baralacha La

ADVICE APPLICABLE THROUGHOUT: Ladakh is a beautiful but severe environment. The decision to visit should be taken in the most positive sense possible, anticipating unexpected events and preparing for them as much as one can. Stay in the moment, and learn to enjoy the vagaries of nature as they come. That being said, let’s head out of our homes and into the cold desert of the Himalayas! 🙂

June 21, 2017March 27, 2020 by opendurbar