Going uphill again it all went wrong |
Driving through these mountains was absolutely great: nice scenery and quiet roads. Problem was it was almost impossible get some money changed so I had to make a detour to Nainatal but... arrived there on Sunday so had to wait a day for the bank to open. This was no problem as this particular Sunday was a Sikh holiday and there was a great parade through town. Changing money was no problem the next day, so I headed back into the mountains again. I passed Shimla quickly and only stopped at the Internet place. From Shimla I took the small road to Manali crossing a pass at 3150 metres.
I stayed in Manali for 2 days to prepare myself for the hard trip coming up to Leh. My main problem was that I had found out that my handgrip-heating (I'm not so tough as I look like!) wasn't working anymore and with some passes over 5000 metres coming up I preferred it to work. I repaired the loose wire. My only other concern was the fuel consumption. With 380 kms. to cover without a petrol station it shouldn't be a problem normally, but I wasn't sure of an increased fuel consumption because the higher altitudes. I tried to get a jerry can but it was Sunday again so the shop was closed. The next day I left without thinking of the jerry can again. I thought about it at the last petrol station 100 kms. after Manali and there was no jerry can to find there anymore so I left with only my tank fully filled up and hoping for the best.
The magnificent road to Leh |
The road was so completely different compared to the north of Pakistan. Over there you're mainly following a river; here you're going over passes and desolate plains. Absolutely stunning!!! I camped along the road at a small temple at 4340 metres and had a slight headache because of the altitude. The next morning I wanted to continu early but I had to delay things as it was raining. A military towing truck stopped and we had some tea together.
When the rain stopped I drove over the Baralach La (4940m.) which was difficult as there were several streams of melting snow flowing over the 'road' and I had to drive trough the deep (~40cm.) water for about hundred metres. Tough but rewarding once I was through! The descent from the pass was spectacular and the scenery was changing after every curve. Same for the plains I drove through afterwards, so empty and so pure!! The ascent to the next pass, the Lachlung La (5105m) was not difficult so it left me more time to enjoy the view, which got better after every hairpin. No wonder I shoot more than a film roll a day.
In the late afternoon I passed the tent village Pang. Here I stopped to drink some tea and wanted to continue the trip but at a military barrier 300 metres passed the village I was told that the road was closed for today so I had to put up my tent at Pang (4535m). The next morning I continued the trip over the stunning plains. The weather got better, and occasionally the sun came out. During the climb to the final pass on this trip, the Taglang La (5365m), I overtook a German couple on bicycles. They were going to Leh as well! During the climb the clouds came in and at the top it wasn't raining but the views weren't good either. The first 6 kms after the top were difficult, as it was very muddy because of all the melting snow. But this was rewarding as well as, so early in the season, you could still see snow-covered mountain peaks all around.
The descent of the Taglang La was steep and full with hairpins. I thought that after taken the last pass the interesting part of the trip was over, but I was totally wrong. The valleys I was driving through were absolutely great and different all the time. After Upshi there was a good and easy road to Leh. My fuel consumption wasn't increased by the altitude at all. Probably because of the injection as I met lots of people who had really difficulties to get over the passes and only made it with an immensely increased fuel consumption. The only 'problem' I faced was a decreased idle-rpm above 5300 metres, but as long as I kept the throttle open the engine didn't stall. I reached Leh safely and still was able to drive another 100 kms. before my tank was empty.
In Leh I stopped at the first roundabout to orient myself when David and Cheryl Laing, two Ozzies on Honda Shadows stopped and offered me some help. I could drive with them to their hotel. We had met each other briefly in Kathmandu during diner and they had driven the same road as I just did, but they did it on custom bikes with hardly any ground clearance!!! They had faced some problems but made it at the end. They were driving together with Harry, a German biker, who had helped them crossing the passes.
Because we all wanted to see the area around Leh, we decided to go out for a ride all together the next day. Also Cheryl decided to turn it into a photo day. As Harry and I were driving alone we weren't been able to take pictures of ourselves driving our bikes. And according to Cheryl these are the only pictures the people back home like to see. So we enjoyed the scenery and had some photo sessions. Driving over the bridge without a helmet, next time with helmet but without sunglasses, then driving together with Harry over the bridge and so on, and so on. No wonder we needed a whole day for this. We ended up at a little monastery with orphans. They found our bikes very interesting but were very shy. Even Cheryl couldn't make them to sit on her bike, not even after 15 minutes talking in to them. When their teacher showed up, who spoke English, they came nearer and finally got on the bikes and they really liked it at the end.
We also made a day trip up to the Khardung La, (they say it's) the highest motorable road at 5606 metres (although my GPS showed 'only' 5400 metres). Also on this pass we spent a couple of hours taking photos. Fortunately the weather was excellent: sunny, with perfect views and not cold at all. We had a perfect day.
David and Cheryl didn't want to drive the same road back to Manali again so the only alternative was to return via Srinigar. Harry joined them so our routes already separated again. My plan was to drive back to Manali using mainly the same road but make a little detour to Lake Tsomoriri first. This lake was situated in an absolutely abandoned area with hardly living any people living around there. Because of the detour I needed to take extra petrol with me so Harry gave me his jerry can which he didn't need anymore. First I drove 160 kms over a splendid asphalt road before turning right, over the bridge were the off-road trip started. Here's also where the fun started. The road wasn't too hard but the weather got worse and when it started to drizzle a bit it got worse as there was a strong wind as well. I passed a lake surrounded by mountains and before the weather got worse I decided to put up my tent here. Except for some shepherds there was no one around. And the view from my tent when I woke up the next morning..... stunning!!!
Digging out your motorbike at 4600 metres is very exhausting |
I drove back and saw a different track together with a tent along it. I asked there if it was the southbound track around the lake when it started to rain and the three men in the tent invited me for some tea. It was the right track but probably they saw how exhausted I was so they offered me to spend the night there with them. The three men were truck drivers working on the new road and they assured the southbound road was much better even you had to go through the river. They would guide me through it tomorrow. That night it rained and although some got through the tent we stayed dry. After an early breakfast (They got up at 5.30 am!) I was early on the bike and they in their trucks and off we went. The further down we went towards the lake the muddier it became and it was just a matter of time before my rear wheel slipped away and I fell into the mud. Got the bike upright with some help of the truck driver behind me and mud was sticking everywhere. My left suitcase support was broken as well so I had to tie the pannier back to the bike.
With a river crossing to come up and not knowing the road conditions on the other side of the river I decided to turn around. When I saw how much problems the truck behind me had to get out of its track to be able to pass my bike I knew for sure I'd made the right decision. This decision also implied that I had to drive back all the way to Leh, because that's were the nearest petrol station was, over 200 kms of driving!
Once back in Leh I decided to stay some more days before driving back to Manali, this time staying on the 'main road'. The weather was much better now and so were the views. So it was not as hard as the first time and also I knew what to expect now. So the drive back to Manali was even a greater ride as the first time and certainly much more relaxed. Also I was used to the high altitudes now and it was not as cold as on my way up to Leh. Driving down over the Rothang La, it started to rain and it didn't stop before I reached the hotel. I stayed in the same hotel and the first thing I had was a shower to get back on temperature.
Internetting in Leh was a nightmare. First of all it's 6 times the price as elsewhere but most of the time there was simply no power or they couldn't establish a connection to their server. So the chances of being able to use the Internet were pretty slim. So it was a relief to be back in Manali where there were 'proper connections'.
The nice roads continued through Spitty Valley |
As a part of the road was going close along the Tibetan border you needed a permit to drive the road, but this was easy to get and for free. I made several side trips to little villages and following rivers and it was an amazing area to drive through. From Shimla I tried to avoid the main road to Delhi and found different road down south. Although marked on the map as major road it partly was not more than a track but (therefor?) fun to drive.
After a splendid night on a hilltop I drove through Chokrata where I was stopped by the military. This was a restricted area and how I got here. "On this motorbike!" I replied. But being stopped by no one along the road I got all the way up here. They gave me an alternative route out of the restricted area without have to be escorted by the military. This was fine to me, as it was a nice road through the mountains as well. Although the views weren't good as I was driving through a very dense fog and could hardly see the road just ahead of me.
Before arriving in Nepal I really had enough of India and was very sceptic about my return into India. But it appeared to be absolutely one of my best decisions! The north of India is so completely different to the rest of India. In fact it doesn't feel like you're in India at all, you more feel yourself in Tibet. And the scenery is the best I've seen so far, without any doubt! India is not a place I'll easily return to but Ladakh is on the top of this list.
Once out of the mountains it got very hot and sticky immediately. It was also 'just' 200 kms to Delhi so I decided to continue for to Delhi the same day. There I waited for Marko and Annett to arrive so we could prepare the bikes and ourselves for the flight to Bangkok. The agent's office was moved and he also said things to us which appeared not right later on. We bought our tickets there and flew the same night as our bikes, but a couple of hours later so we could check if the bikes had left as scheduled.
Packing our motorbikes between other cargo |
No real problems except they checked if our tanks were completely empty. We didn't want to drain all the fuel as we didn't want to push the bike to the first petrol station in Bangkok. So when they checked the tank with a piece of rope it came out wet. But Marko declared this was because the tank was just drained and hadn't had the time yet to dry out, which was accepted without any problem. Herewith the custom procedure was ended and the shipping papers were being stamped. Not our carnets, there was no need to stamp them, but as we kept insisting they finally got stamped as well. Now we could roll our bikes into the depot, but as it was already too late to fix the on the pallet so they were parked in a locked room. "Come back tomorrow!"
When we came back the next day, the bikes from Marko and Annett were already on the pallet. I had locked my bike so they couldn't drive my bike on the pallet. As soon as my bike was on the pallet as well they started putting other cargo parcels in between of the bikes stowing the empty places, so we hadn't even a change to trip the bikes; which was absolutely fine with us as it saved us a lot of work twice! Finally they put some plastic and a net over the pallet and our bikes were ready for shipping and would leave with the next day flight to Bangkok.
The next day in the late afternoon we called the airport and they confirmed that our bikes had left a couple of hours before so we could leave India around midnight.