I have never been so nervous and scared in my life till date. The day has come, the day we go to the almighty and dreaded Khardung La has finally come.
We arrived at Hundar yesterday via the Shyok valley riding along the Shyok River. It was the most scenic yet most uncomfortable ride yet. We rode through the village first and then descended to the river banks. Where we literally rode in the river, on the slippery stones. This is not the usual path passengers take while going to Hundar, as it is not considered safe because of the several water streams that run down the so called road. It also experiences frequent land slides in the form of huge stones falling into the river from the top of the mountain. To our relief, we started early and were able to cross the river before 2 pm which is considered to be the threshold time in the summer to avoid the heavy water streams. But the relief did not last long and we hit the worst road possible. Well, it wasn't a proper road as it was being built from scratch. The pieces of crushed stones had not settled in yet and the whole tyre of my bike was buried in it. It was really difficult to maneuver the bike and given the fact that we were riding along the shyok river (the current was scary) added to the nervousness. We somehow managed to dodge that unforgettable stretch of debris that lasted for over 10 kilometers.
Soon before we knew we were in Nubra Valley, the place with the world's highest sand dunes. Yes, you read it right, sand dunes at 10,000 ft above sea. The place was breathtaking with the valleys looking like a sea of sand. The mountains too were as dry and dead as possible. We decided to go a little ahead and spent the night in Hundar (14 kms ahead of Nubra).