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Spiti and Kinnaur in June 2010

Road-trip, road-trip, road-trip, it was howling in my head. I shared my thought with TT and she jumped the gun. "Lets do it somewhere difficult and remote....WOW". So the deal was sealed.


Snow walls and the track we made 



Google and more google, revealed Ladakh and Spiti as the contenders. After having spent a cumulative of almost 5 months in Ladakh =, it held few surprises for me and so Spiti it was. Not much time in research, just some calls and basic route charted out. Scorpio readied up. Tent, rations, woolens, tools, spares all loaded and we were off within perhaps 5 days of deciding.

Day 1 was from Delhi to Mashobra, with the routine stops at Karnal and Chd

Willow bank bakers at Shimla

. At Mashobra we checked in to Club Mahindra and retired to bed early, expecting a longish drive tomorrow.

Deepam just after Mashobra
Day 2 was from Mashobra to Kalpa. Soon after Mashobra the tree cover became more dense and the road was good till the JP dam site, where the road simply vanished and all was a cloud of dust. Enroute to Rampur we saw a few landslides and also an overhang rock feature of the road that lasted for almost 200mts.


Overhanging rocks on the highway
Route to Kalpa
At Rampur we topped up on the fuel and filled up our spare jerry can as well. Headed for Reckong Peo. The drive from Peo till Kalpa was a continous ascend and beautifull. At Kalpa we stayed at Golden Apple Resort and it was bang in the midst of a orhard.

view from golden apple

The windows had a view of the Kinner Kailash and green all around. By contrast the HPTDC hotel was much bigger, better located but so poor in quality and hygiene that you could almost smell the food eaten a week before.

With the chill in the air we had some great food with My Rey and a sound sleep. Next morning I went off for a walk to Roghi village and a little ahead to their grazing grounds.


 Met a school teacher who took me further to amazing vistas. He was a very informative and hospitable person, he then invited me to his place, served some tea and biscuits.
Kinnauri house in Roghi
Route to Roghi village
The whole family had a heart rendering warmth. They even gave me some walnuts from their tree, which were so soft and creamy. I promptly hid them in my pocked for Deepam, and headed back to Kalpa. Later in the noon after giving a thorough clean up to our car in the stream, had a fitful sleep under the clear sky and cool noon breeze.
Later we headed off to Jaka,
Trekking to Jaka

a longish hike to a lake in the high meadows. The route was spectacular with some amazing views of the Kailash. I vowed myself to come back to summit Kailash some day.
Kinner Kailash 

Next morning we made an early start and headed to Kaza. Soon after Peo the road deteriorated and landslides became a common occurance. With some apprehension and more of excitement we carried on.


Landslides gallore 
The landscape became bare and brown. Had a stop enroute at a well stacked canteen and filled up on some last minute shortages. Here we met a school teacher who was going to Nako and as the bus was not plying he wanted a lift.



Precarious bride crossing
With two of them and two of us we moved on. Crossed the inner line check post and the route came along a deep gorge where a broken down truck was causing some obstruction to traffic.


Entered Spiti
 Soon after there were loops, very similiar to Gata loops, with the landscape now turning almost lunar. After the loops the teachers got off and we moved on. It was noon by now and Nako was no where close. But we were hardly bothered and were having a great time. Then we were hailed down by two tourists who pleaded for a ride as there had been no bus since last 2 days. We obliged, but as soon as they said that were coming from Kasol our antennae went on high alert. Immediately I braked and enquired if they were carrying any drugs, which they assured was not the case. The route became more steep and narrow with the cliff becoming more severe. An interesting incident happened at the check post of Spiti where we were supposed to stop and make an entry. They presumed we were drivers for the forigners and when we explained we were helping them, exclaimed that perhaps we were trying to fight an election from here :)
Gateway to Nako


Soon we crossed Nako, then Tabo (dropped off the travellers) and moved on to Kaza.
First views of Kaza

 After Nako we crossed the ill famed Malling Nallah without any issue but it was scary, with the movement of the car triggering some fall of mud and rocks.



Ant hills ???

At Kaza we had no prior booking as we never knew how far we shall reach, saw a few places and homed on to Sakiya Abode. Plomked in our luggage had great food, very calming and comfortable place. Went off into the monastery and explored Kaza.Met some great people the BNHS group from Mumbai, French seamen, Italian driver, etc. Made Sachin Nugmpa Kangpao our den for pomodero.


Chankar from a distance
Next day off we were to explore Dhankar by a rout meant to be motorable but we went along.
Room on the roof of the world 












Next we were off to Ki, I went of cyclying from Kaza to Ki and Deepam came to rescue me back, had a lovely time in Ki.


Entry instructions at Ki

From the roof of KI











A few incidents in the gruelling high alt cycling trip I will always remember, one was when i was literally frozen and rigid , my only liquid and calorie source - Frooti fell off from the bike and I was unable to bend my limbs to pick it up and in slow motion it slipped of the cliff and all i could do was sit and watch and thaw in the sun that had just risen. Also when the down sections came speeds I picked were phenomenal.
Kaza by morning 
We came to know that the road to Manali may have opened and being risk takers we decided to move to Manali and literraly open the route for the season. Net day at dawn we were off. The landscape became frost very soon and the last village at Losar was covered in snow.
Losar -here we come


 A lama sat in our car asking to be dropped to Kunzum. Least assuring was to see that a sole JCB that acts as a rescue had dropped off its wheel into the spiti river and was immobile. None the less three of us - Ajay (another traveller willing to trust his neck with the two of us in wanting to cross Kunzum to Manali), Deepam and me with the lama started from Losar with Maggi in our bellies.

Maggi at Losar 





The road soon was ice and the snow starting to build up. Loosing traction we slowed down and
went more carefully.


The black ice is a killer and we could see water flowing under the ice that we were driving on. Soon the snow which was covering the landscape became 1,then 2, then 3, then 10 feet high. There was no road and no orientation. But turning back never occured to us.



Icicles as long as swords hung on the roads and when we reached Kunzum the gompa was no wher seen only a spire on the top, implying that the whole of it was burried in snow, that must have been more than 15 feet deep and covered the road and all navigation sights as well.

Kunzum..spot the chorten and where the heck is the road 





 Coming down the Kunzum loops was an expierience never to be forgotten, with snow falling thick, and the snow on the sides piled up to more than 20 feet in each side and no road to be seen and only ice that we were skating on. The brakes were as good as absent as there was no traction, only some engine braking and off roading saved the day. At two occasions we were almost done and over with falling over the cliffs, withing no control what so ever. But perhaps the lama's blessings saved the day. At Chattru had another maggi, and were informed that there again is no road ahead , as its yet under the glaciers that need to be cut by the BRO, so just drive and follow the river. U MUST BE JOKING MY FRIEND i thought, follow the river ??? Holy cow, how can we do that when all that we see is snow , in nut shell we had to create a road as we went.


So we did, at places the walls of snow were more than 30 feet high that we passes through

Snow walls and the track we made 
























. But we did and when finally we broke through the snow line, it was plain ecsatcy. We got out of our car and exhaled, but we were not the only ones exhaling-our tyres to were-6 punctures,repaired by us in the next 2 hours.while deepam frolicked with the sheep......

6 punctures...self repair in progress



The palampur to Spiti trekking sheep 



Then the ride was good, Gramphoo and then Rohtang. After having crossed no living soul all through the drive suddenly to see a crowd at Rohtang was very unpleasent. Dropped Ajay at Manali bus stand and then searched for a place to stay, homed on Negi , negotiated a special rate, had great trout and a fitful sleep.
Next day we re-couped in Manali and then carried on to Delhi non stop.





Amazing road trip, in pure terms of snow, wilderness, isolation and scary factor.


kuflon - our second home


Circa 2011: Kuflon???Whats that, where is it? I asked TT and bang came the reply "its next to the start point of our Dodi Tal Trek, simple clean and has good reviews". So it was decided, payments executed and off we were.Delhi to Haridwar to Chamba to Uttarkashi and then Kuflon. It was one of the most memorable places we visited. On returning spoke so much about it, that next when Shankh and Poonam were planning a holiday with us, Kuflon was pre-decided.
Our first impression of Kuflon on our first visit

The hub by dusk

Shree from 2011-contemplating our next visit


Anil - 2011, seeing the bright end of life!!
Circa 2012: Take II - Delhi to Dehradun to Suakholi to Uttarkashi and Kuflon. And how did we go?? The GYPSY...Yipeeeeee. With the new bikini top on and stunning performance, our mountain goat (bhural) gave us the thrills as we went.

The Bhural 
Bhural after Suakholi


Soon after crossing Suakholi we encountered a nice hail storm in the middle of the forest. Blasting time. Then came "Tingling Point", but alas Bunderpunch peak was not to be seen from here.

Tingling point - great masala maggi and its wind venturi point. Actually tingles senses
Wet roads make it fun to drive sideways - drifting as soul-food

Soon after as we entered the forest area we found heavy hail and rain , it only refreshed our parched souls. Zipping and drifting on wet mountain roads was the fun god had ordered for us, and we obliged.......



Making good time, we were at Kuflon for lunch. Anil, Shree and some one new- Mili........
Meeting our old friends makes life so great.


Shankh and Poonam were yet at Haridwar and in the zest of the spirit were told by one and all to make it , even if midnight. Shankh powered by the Spiti spirit of driving made great driving time and were here by dinner.

Cake for dinner and apple pie


Some dinner, some stars, some songs and off we were to sleep.

Next morning started with a jog till 2 kms from Sangamchatti - spotted Minivet and Niltava among others. The run was refreshing, clear crisp air in the nostrils. Huge trees that dwarf u and the sound of the river accompanying you. Nature at its charming best.

Back at K.Basics - breakfast at the hub, plans made for the day and off we go to the private pool. .
The divine pool 
ATTENTION

Serene and peaceful
Enroute some slips, some scares, some fallen binoculars and swears that follow.

Then the slippery way down, retrieval of the binox.

Poonam happily got wet and Shankh decided to be Mr Dry. Deepam had mixed luck.

Photography followed by some impromptu chameli dance by our omni talented Shankh the Indian Idol.

Sati pratha was repeated with Deepam being destined to a watery grave on the shoulders of her ever faithful.

Wanna dip?
Siesta and drama and more seista and even more drama.
Friends for life

Evening was a hike to the hills at the back. and some "nayab" pictures.
On our hill climbing expidition
Waah waah - highway aaya


More women on trees 


Next comes in a hapless victim of all witchery - Indrani Das Gupta. Yuck - these follows, I swear.
Next morning another run and a great biking ride and some Poonam's yoga off we are to Nachiketa Taal. Crossed some amazing saree clad tree scalers with guts (cannot say balls) of steel.
Women spotted on tree top on right up corner


 Baanjh Shankh sang all way long, interspersed by the heart rendering "jaanu-poonu".



 The tal itself was a let down and more so the greedy dum carp's. Naga baba and the nark ka dwar added some life.
HAHAHA

Knock knock - NARAK DWAR
Dumb carps
Next day Shankh and poonam were off and we went fishing on the now defunct forest road to dodi tal and by evening  fly fishing- amazing experience. It was as if the river acquired a life of its own and enticed me with seductive ways of her own. Evening was more star gazing, some chicken gone horribily wrong and sound sleep.



Forest road to dodi tal 
Dinner comes calling


Fishing in assi ganga


Drive back was hot and chilled simultaneously. Had piri-piri topping at McD for the first time and pocketed a few. Some memorable experiences at Roorkie with the Beatels for company and back we were.

Kuflon, Anil, Shree, Mili is our second family. Love the place and people and mostly we can go back whenever and feel the peace reverberating. And the love is mutual. Thanks google for showing up kuflon.