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DAY 11: 14th September, 2011 – ZingzingBar to Kulu
It was another beautiful morning. The place stunned me when I opened my tent.
What a great place to wake up to.
That is the tent where I spent my night. I was happy that I l had lost fuel yesterday. Else I would have definitely rode past this place as my target was a little farther away.
When the morning bliss slowly calmed down. The same question again. What about the fuel? Some suggested there was a small shop about 5 kilometres from here. You may find some fuel in black. There is also Darcha in about 30 Kilometres where again you just have to hope that they have some in black. Else the last hope is Tandi about 60 kilometres ahead where I can find a Petrol pump.
But today I was not much concerned about the fuel. The morning vistas did their job by cheering me up. Worst case; I may have to walk to Darcha or find a lift or something to Tandi to fetch fuel back.
So I started my ride, by gliding down the slope only occasionally starting the bike.
Soon I reached Darcha and my luck was still smiling at me. I found fuel.
I immediately recognized the bridge below at Darcha. On my last trip, the bridge was broken and we had to ride down and across the river below. But this time, the bridge looks fine and dandy.
Ah. Petrol Station at last. It says the next station is 365 Kilomtres ahead. But that is if you take the Tanglang La route. The route that I took via Nyoma and Chushul was more than 500 Kilometres ahead.
But no worries now. All’s well that ends well.
After so many days I was riding through pleasant green and blue images. The altitude was reducing and that made vegetation appear. Adding to that the little bit of snow that was left on top of some peaks near Rothang La made the view stunning.
Once again, I was climbing up. Climbing up the Rothang La.
That’s Rothang in the clouds. This pass is either covered in snow or in clouds all throughout the year.
I had my lunch on top. Although it was a beautiful place, there was a lot of crowd around. I for some reason was not able to adjust to the crowd after being alone or with very less people around for most of the days. Also, the chicks with jeans and tops were back after days of admiring the beauty of the pahadis in their simple traditional attires.
The last point above was not a complaint. It was a win-win situation.
I gave the guy a nice little bath above. I was also a little jealous. He had more pictures in this trip than me.
Spot the man flying into the clouds below.
The roads were getting better after Rothang. I was back to scratching my knees along the curves.
I reached Kulu pretty early in the evening. Found myself a room to crash, cleaned up and ventured out to see Kulu. It was a pretty little down. With one big street running through the middle. They had pretty efficient traffic management system. Walked around the town, gave my bike a good waterwash, spent some time at a temple and gurudwara, bought myself a T shirt to compensate for the loss of one a few days ago while camping at the Lake, tasted many local made foods on the way and finally crashed on my bed.
It was another beautiful morning. The place stunned me when I opened my tent.
What a great place to wake up to.
That is the tent where I spent my night. I was happy that I l had lost fuel yesterday. Else I would have definitely rode past this place as my target was a little farther away.
When the morning bliss slowly calmed down. The same question again. What about the fuel? Some suggested there was a small shop about 5 kilometres from here. You may find some fuel in black. There is also Darcha in about 30 Kilometres where again you just have to hope that they have some in black. Else the last hope is Tandi about 60 kilometres ahead where I can find a Petrol pump.
But today I was not much concerned about the fuel. The morning vistas did their job by cheering me up. Worst case; I may have to walk to Darcha or find a lift or something to Tandi to fetch fuel back.
So I started my ride, by gliding down the slope only occasionally starting the bike.
Soon I reached Darcha and my luck was still smiling at me. I found fuel.
I immediately recognized the bridge below at Darcha. On my last trip, the bridge was broken and we had to ride down and across the river below. But this time, the bridge looks fine and dandy.
Ah. Petrol Station at last. It says the next station is 365 Kilomtres ahead. But that is if you take the Tanglang La route. The route that I took via Nyoma and Chushul was more than 500 Kilometres ahead.
But no worries now. All’s well that ends well.
After so many days I was riding through pleasant green and blue images. The altitude was reducing and that made vegetation appear. Adding to that the little bit of snow that was left on top of some peaks near Rothang La made the view stunning.
Once again, I was climbing up. Climbing up the Rothang La.
That’s Rothang in the clouds. This pass is either covered in snow or in clouds all throughout the year.
I had my lunch on top. Although it was a beautiful place, there was a lot of crowd around. I for some reason was not able to adjust to the crowd after being alone or with very less people around for most of the days. Also, the chicks with jeans and tops were back after days of admiring the beauty of the pahadis in their simple traditional attires.
The last point above was not a complaint. It was a win-win situation.
I gave the guy a nice little bath above. I was also a little jealous. He had more pictures in this trip than me.
Spot the man flying into the clouds below.
The roads were getting better after Rothang. I was back to scratching my knees along the curves.
I reached Kulu pretty early in the evening. Found myself a room to crash, cleaned up and ventured out to see Kulu. It was a pretty little down. With one big street running through the middle. They had pretty efficient traffic management system. Walked around the town, gave my bike a good waterwash, spent some time at a temple and gurudwara, bought myself a T shirt to compensate for the loss of one a few days ago while camping at the Lake, tasted many local made foods on the way and finally crashed on my bed.
thanks man. This trip was close to my heart as well.
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