Well, it doesn’t take much when one decides to strut out of the ordinary and just take off wishing for an epic journey.
“After hearing my cousins’ tales about her journey to Ladakh, it wasn’t a surprise I would choose to embark on the same route” was what was going through my mind as I crossed the border of New Delhi on my serviced Bajaj Pulsar 150 CC without the slightest bit of idea what was in store for me. Excited for a Bike Trip to Ladakh? Call: 011-49058399 or, Click here.
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I had set out early from New Delhi, a rucksack resting snug on the iron rig built on my bike the day before. I stopped at a roadside dhaba in Karnal for a quick bite. I had to constantly keep moving as I planned to reach Jammu that night itself.
After catching up with old friends over sumptuous paranthas in Ludhiyana I was on the road again, passing through Jalandhar and riding into Pathankot by sundown just to enjoy the view bang opposite to the Army Cantt with a hot cup of tea. Click here for a Bike Trip to wanderlust Sikkim Click here.
I rode into Jammu quite late at night and well quite shocked at seeing almost everything shut. Half-thinking (and with a little bit of fast thinking) I made my way to the Gurudwara Singh Sabha where I was gracefully allowed a night stay at a well, less than the modest room. Considering this to be the start of many such experiences.
I woke up to be welcomed into the community hall for a morning meal, a simple but wholesome meal with some bread, pulses, and tea. Enough to shake away the night’s slumber and to gear up for the day ahead.
After the scheduled hourly breaks, I met this train of traffic at Patnitop, fighting my urge to stop for a while I zig zagged through the traffic standing still, I’ve never felt more fortunate to be on a bike, ever.
Full throttle through Jawahar Tunnel was a surreal experience in itself as Anantnag zipped past and as the moon came up I marked my first entry into Srinagar.
After a couple of days in Srinagar, I set out early morning for Leh. Passing through Dras in the late afternoon and zipping past Kargil at evening to reach Leh at around 10 pm at night.
Sans all the privileges that one might receive in a Leh tour package, I had to search a place to crash for myself which happened in the form of an adventure equipment store. I dozed off on the floor of the store tucked inside a sleeping bag.
The next morning went by exploring the beautiful city of Leh, of course after checking into a hotel first.
Visiting spellbinding places like Shey Palace, Thiksey Monastery, Hemis Monastery, Stok Palace Museum and the Shanti Stupa gives one a real perspective on why the city is so sought after. Excited? Click here to register for the limited edition cheapest ladakh trip with flight.
For Bollywood buffs, there’s also the Druk White Lotus School which can be visited, yes, the one where 3 Idiots was shot.
The next morning was what I was waiting for during the time I set out from New Delhi, I made my way to Pangong Tso. The minute the pristine water appeared into my vision I was taken aback by the sheer marvel that it was.
The day was spent sitting by the water and contemplating. Sleep just drifted me away from the twinkling stars as the first rays of the morning light woke me up.
Bidding farewell to Pangong I reached another gem of a place which goes by the name of Nubra Valley. I had to resort to a small homestay as the few hotels I enquired were already full, the times when you wish you had contacted a Ladakh tour package operator in advance to secure a room.
Indeed, Nubra was one of the most exquisite destinations I ever had the chance to savor. One can just stroll about Nubra Valley or go a little further to witness the double-humped Bactria camels. Interested in an exciting Bike Trip to Sikkim? Click here.
2 days passed by in Nubra as I set out to Leh once again to experience the finale of my stay in Leh, the last day of the Kalachakra in Ladakh.
The biggest spiritual gathering that I had witnessed ever. The venue was abuzz with devotees sitting under colorful umbrellas listening to HH Dalai Lama, the 14th.
After spending a good couple of hours at the venue. I made my way towards New Delhi, the same route that I took, only with dizzying memories of the past few days.
All Images By: Karthik Narayan