Let Leh lie low!
Remoteness is intrinsic to Leh's charm, and let us hope - in vain - that it would stay that way...
Locals told me that this summer was the most packed they've ever seen. But then, if it had not been for these flights, I might not have been able to make it there this time either. Notice the irony?
There are three ways to get to Ladakh: the Srinagar-Kargil-Leh highway, the Manali-Leh highway or by air from Delhi, Srinagar or Jammu. Taking buses or shared taxis from Manali is an extremely popular option and is supposed to have some magnificent views, but the road is open only from June to early October.
By the way, if you take an early morning flight, do not sleep, or you'll miss some absolutely breathtaking scenery out the window. Ask for an 'A' seat in any row on the way to Leh from Delhi, and an F seat in any row on the way back...That way the sun is always on the other side, and can't get in your eyes and block the view!
Leh itself is a rather pleasant town with some of the friendliest people I've ever met, most of whom speak excellent Hindi and at least some English. The place is jam-packed with restaurants and there's ample accommodation available, and bargaining well could get you a decent room for as little as Rs 300 a night.
It's very easy to spend two days in Leh doing nothing much...Roam around, visit the bazaar, sit in one of the many cafes in Changspa and read a book. The much-hyped annual Ladakh Festival was starting the week I was there. This was a fair bit of a disappointment, though.
Both events that I went for showed no signs of starting even an hour after the listed start time, at which point I got up and left. Be sure to arrange your permits as soon as you reach Ladakh, because the army won't let you see most of Ladakh without them. Your travel agent can get them for you within a day.
Be sure to take a lot of stops along the way and soak in as much as you can. In a span of 5 hours, I passed a snow storm, cloud-covered roads, lush floral landscapes, a magnificent monastery, sand dunes and rocky flatlands to finally arrive at the eyrie called Hunder village.
All along the route, the work done by the Border Roads Organization never ceased to amaze me. The roads across Ladakh are much better than the roads in most of our metros. This holds true even at Khardungla, the highest motorable road in the world, which is snowstorm- impacted for the better part of the year.
The visit to Pangong Lake the next day left me absolutely overawed. The lake is so massive that only one-third of the lake falls within Indian borders - the remaining 100-odd km is a part of Tibet.
That one panorama in front of me had more shades of blue (in the lake) and more shades of browns and grays (in the mountains beyond) than I've seen in a very long time. The off-season timings of my trip meant that the place was nearly deserted.
Again, stop a lot along the way - the rough, rocky mountainside that you'll pass through is quite bit different from the scenery on the route to Nubra Valley and well worth every heart stopping - and eye-popping - moment!
Eight days later, back in Delhi, I was wishing I'd had time to explore more monasteries and lakes while I was there. You know what that means: I need another vacation.
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