Saturday, December 28, 2013

Road on to Tsomorori

Few other picture taken around the lake Tsomorori

We finally make to tho Korzok Village. My wife is still down, I sit besides her late into night, giving  spoon full of water every 10-15 minutes. the electricity is erratic and we have  torches and candles. She wakes up in the morning slightly better. We leave her and go around the Village.

Situated against a backdrop of High mountains on one side and Tsomoroiri on the other, Korzok situated at abort 15000 feet , is a settlement of few houses mostly of mud, where a decent bathroom-toilet is a luxury. The Changspa - Nomadic in nature and exposed to harsh winters hardly require a bath .

Life in Korzok revolves around the Monastery. Famous for the  Korzok Gustor festival, the building itself is badly in need of renovation.

But one gets to see the enchanting lake from within the precincts  of the monastery

After a early breakfast, we leave - retracing the route which have had splendid memories etched- though tough. After a journey of about 5 hours we reach Karu - here she take  a little of Curd rice , and for the first time in two days she seems normal - its a huge sigh of relief.

Saturday, December 21, 2013

Road on to Tsomorori

The trip to  Tsomorori will be etched in the mind for ever. 200 kms from Leh and about 8- 10 hours journey by road, the final destination being at altitude  of about 15500 ft, we take  Diamox Tablet for High altitude sickness. Just a little while after  consuming these tablet, My wife  starts with severe hick ups withe nausea, we  reach  Upshi, and take a turn. The road now is  among stark mountains with the Indus flowing around. But her condition deteriorates and she is badly shivering and Vomiting.  We cover her with everything we have.

From the loose soil, the landscape changes on to huge rocky mountains, and fortunately  we chance upon a Army Camp. Immediately she is wheeled in and administered oxygen for an hour along with  Rantac and Avomin injections by two lady Doctors in a Army Hospital  in wilderness. I can never thank them enough.

We decide to carry forward, but not without trepidation, The journey gets on to us, for many a mile we are the only tourist travelling-many choose to skip this leg of Ladhak, Alas they don't know what they miss We now encounter some beautiful yellow patch vegetation in and around  and reach Chumanthag - the hot water spring,. She rests in the SUV , oblivious to the surrounding and  we have our lunch and proceed to Mahey bridge.

A turn here changes the land scape again, now its sandy and  dusty track withe loose grave all around. We are alone in wilderness and she starts vomiting severely and I am genuinely scared. I chance upon a ITBP camp. Here again we are welcomed with hot tea and administered  injection. Tsomorio is only miles ahead, 

And the  first glance at The lake is surreal, what I see ahead is some thing I can't imagine, She Is sick and I am not interested in photography,  We do not stop the vehicle, reluctantly I take  the camera and shoot some images.

This is the first image. Surreal and unbelievable spread. 

The Chautaqua Continues......