After leaving the junction of the Shyok and Khardung La-Leh roads, we were left all alone in a desolate strip of land leading us to an unknown destiny. We were climbing once again and the Shyok river was elegantly gorging its way down to the Nubra Valley.
The skies had turned deep blue with the early morning mists and the cloud cover disappearing in the North
The Amazing Shades of Grey Mountains..and the Shyok River
The skies had turned deep blue with the early morning mists and the cloud cover disappearing in the North. There were amazing shades of grey all around us.
Roadscape of the Shyok Basin..amazing views
The green Shyok river lay way down the gorge majestically twining its way towards Nubra. The river basin was looking like a delta with the main stream being bifurcated into a number of branches piercing the narrow valley bordered by dark green oasis in its Northern banks.
Breathtaking view of the Shyok Basin
The Shyok Basin...an amzing landscape
The silence, serenity and the pure wilderness around the Shyok road was magnetic. It was only us left alone with the road, mountains, gurgling Shyok and the murmuring breeze blanketing us with an amazing aura. The Shyok basin gorged its way up towards a massive snowy range.
The silence, serenity and the pure wilderness around the Shyok road was magnetic
An amazing view of the Shyok River
We were now gradually climbing down to the river basin leaving the towering mountain walls to our right. The sandy texture of the river basin was replaced by a rocky and granular floor carpeting both the banks. Tinges of fresh snow on the towering peaks were glittering in the broad daylight.
The amazing landscape of the Shyok Basin
The Shyok river looking like a tree...
We entered a flat table land with the river gorging up the basin. The road unlike any mountain terrain was running flat and straight. Our vehicle sped its way through this amazing trail. Every moment, every frame looked like an amazing postcard.
Another moment of happiness framed at the Shyok Basin
We entered a flat table land with the river gorging up the basin
The road unlike any mountain terrain was running flat and straight
We slowed near a flat rocky terrain. There was virtually no trace of any remains of the road here. Hassan Ji was finding it difficult to get a decent grip with the rock granules and the soft mud making the remains of the so called road slippery and dangerous. We were skidding frequently. Inspite of the hardships we sailed into a now approaching dusty strip of road taking us closer to the Shyok river. The river took a wide bend towards the left and so were we.
We slowed near a flat rocky terrain
There was virtually no trace of any remains of the road here
The terrain soon became rocky..and itwas getting difficult to move
Rough and tough Terrain..Perils of the Shyok Road
The Shyok Basin..Wilderness Unplugged
The river basin gorged its way up across the approaching mountains
The terrain soon became rocky with the river basin gorging its way up across the approaching mountains. An iron bridge led us to the other bank of Shyok. There was a small outpost with five tents.
An iron bridge led us to the other bank of Shyok
Lunch Time...at the checkpost canteen
It was time to have a much awaited break for lunch at the humble canteen with Maggi and black tea. We were almost 40 Km from Khalsar and the Shyok village was another one and half hour journey from this point.
We soon entered a harsh terrain
The river entering into a narrow gorge
We soon entered a harsh terrain, with the river entering into a narrow gorge. The calm and serene Shyok river was now speeding and bumping up and down over the rapids. The mountains around us adored multiple folds, wrinkles and scars leaving their gentle looks. The snow caps were perhaps having a watching eye on the river basin with all of this graceful elegance.
The calm and serene Shyok river was now speeding and bumping up and down over the rapids
We crossed another iron bridge entering into the right side of the river bank. An amazing valley was awaiting us. The road was suddenly lost in the snow white muddy floor covered by white mud, boulders and slippery pebbles scattered like mayhem in the mountains.
The treacherous snow white mud valley
There were virtually no remains of any road in the treacherous Mud Valley
One could be easily fooled by the shere beauty of the nature
The mountain slopes too had merged with this peculiar wide muddy bank with debris piling down like a flowing stream. This was the much awaited peril in the Shyok-Khalsar road. It was a clear and dry day. Even with no rain around we were struggling to keep our foothold on the treacherous soft mud and the boulders piled here and there. It took us an entire 15 mins to cross this dangerous strip of this land.
The treacherous Mud Valley
Hassanji stopped the vehicle for a breather after entering a much stable pebbled track. This is the first time in the entire trip we found him bothered with an invisible tension.
Hassanji stopped the vehicle for a breather
An apple break...we enjoyed a lot at this place...
He unbuckled his rucksack to share some lovely apples collected yesterday evening from the apple vines surrounding our guest house at Hunder. Taking a bite into his apple he said, "This is one of the most dangerous strip of a road one can ever encounter in these parts of Ladakh. Our vehicle could have been easily stuck here for hours in the muddy debris!" Later on while we were in Pangong he indicated that the Shyok road remained closed for all vehicles during June-July-August. Glacier melts and their flowing muddy debris would pile up causing blockage and flood in the Shyok basin making the road totally inaccessible.
Near Tanyar Village
The Shyok River bid us farewell before gorging its way towards the huge mountains in the north
Approaching the Shyok Village
The road soon got better as we left the treacherous mud stacked valley. We were once again climbing uphill bifurcating from the narrow road moving down towards the Tanyar village. The Shyok river gorged its way into the giant snow clad mountains moving further and further away from our sight.
Scenery around Shyok Village
Another ten minutes climb led us into the Shyok village. The gigantic snow cap mountains lying to our right looked formidable. We wondered whether the stiff uphill road lying ahead would lead us towards any of these mountains.
With a cup of hot black tea, Hassan Ji was busy in conversation with the local tea stall owner at Shyok. There were hardly any signs of tension and stress in his happy to go gestures. Perhaps the harsh life in the mountains of Ladakh had made him a stronger, stress resistant person. For us the adrenaline rush on the Shyok trail was already having its toll with fatigue shadowing all over us. The short tea break at Shyok was much needed to rejuvenate and inspire ourselves for another three hour long ride to the Pangong Lake.
This post was originally published on My Travel Nama.