Posts Tagged ‘Markha Valley’

The morning was pleasant not giving a trace of hard cold night. Sun was dancing in his usually glory like nothing has happened. We were happy because it was our last day of trek, away from civilization. All were looking forward for a hot shower and soft bed with a warm blanket. 

It was a crazy trail and Tiffin was unstoppable. He started walking and he never stopped.

Finally at the top, Kongmaru La, 17,100ft. One place where you can get the phone signal on this trek. Mind blowing scene from the top must say.

The descend was crazy and dangerous. One had to be very careful, one wrong foot and…

The flowers were always comforting with their bright colors and smile.

Marmot came to see us.

Saying bye in style.

When Rigzen saw mountain goats, he started climbing almost vertical near by mountain with so much ease, we all stood and watched dumbstruck. He got a closure picture and came back running like he had done that million times while he held our breath saying “hope he wont fall”.

When we saw the steep trail we were scared, one wrong foot on other side we were in ditch with broken neck and spinal cord. “Nothing going to happen, just see the trail and walk, dont be scared, I am right behind you” Rigzen kept on saying while we walked in tortoises pace. “I dont want to die hear god, not like this, I cant die here, my dad will kill my already dead body”.I was praying continously.

One of the awesome un-stoppable trekker. Nothing could hold her back, not the steep trail or the heavy bag.

In midst of the the crazy dangerous ascend I didnt stop capturing the colors. They were soothing our turmoil mind.

Wild goats, out bounty for the day.

This was one of the dangerous ascend. Nobody liked the idea but when Rigzen confirmed that other way is not accessible we were forced to do the unthinkable.

Oh yeas, it was dangerous and difficult. Not easy at all.

Kishore missed a step and slipped, luckily nothing happened.

I call him superman. He could walk miles tirelessly, he carried others bag and walked with a smile, always entertaining us. Never seen anyone like that. 

Snake like never ending trail.

Water was so sweet, pure and clean, nothing could beat its taste.

All were so exhausted, for our every “how far”, little further is the reply we got from Rigzen.

Finally!! we did it, completed the trek slow but steady. After walking 16KM, dead tired, many didnt had the energy to pose for a final group pic. Our journey had come to an end, after a wonderful time together, away from all technology, traffic in the mountains. Tomorrow by dawn most of them were travelling back except me, the impact the trek and trek mates had on each other was different.

Renu, Sara, Father-son duo had a major impact on me. “You cant be always polite and kind” Renu’s advice made me wonder while “You are such a darling” followed by a hug from Sara made me realize how fortunate I was to meet such a lovely ladies, pretty, sexy, cute , caring, loving and total bad ass. Super cool IIT big brains Chandhar sir and his cute little obedient son are perfect example of how father-son should be. 4 best buddies and hard core-never tiring super girl will be remembered non the less

When we bid our farewell that night , I knew one can never get such a lovely trek mates, unique in their own way, of all age group. I dont know how many of them will remember me but I will remember all of them whenever I think about mountains.

To Be Continued

Beautiful view in the morning, never realized sky is so blue. I was happy too, finally I could poop, it was so relaxing I never felt I could feel that way. Some of them still couldnt poop “Still no luck, I am worried now. I eat so much wonder where it is piled up”. 🙂 I didnt dare to laugh. Meanwhile no one cared about the night fart sound. I giggled whenever I heard them but never dared to fart in public. 

Our darling kitchen boy. Water was icy cold wondered how he manged to wash all those vessels.

Fresh and energetic, yep that’s how we looked at the beginning of the day.

MouLee’s oxygen was very low and he was shivering mildly. Previous evening when Pawanji check his oxygen level after the soup, it was below 70. 

“Do you want to continue or go back?”

Moulee just looked, he didnt answer. He didnt had the proper trekking gear, no stamina and no previous trekking experience not sure why he opted the trekking in first place. He looked very much unprepared but group always encouraged him, motivated him.  “He can make it:,”No he should go back”, everyone had their own opinion, MouLee had to decide because it was his call.

Most of the time due to drop in Oxygen level , trek guide send the trekker back and its painful site to watch . They would have dreamt  the summit, would have exercised and spent a lot of money to be there. 

When Pawanji checked Mou Lee’s oxygen level after the breakfast, that day it was very low, so to avoid the future complications Pawanji decided to send him back. “Take this bar, take care of yourself ” I said my good bye so did everyone in their own different ways. As he was occupied he couldn’t join us for the group pic one last time. We started our trek without saying formal bye to him, Rigzen was leading and Pawanji stayed back to look after the arrangement to send MouLee back

It was almost 11 when we could see Pawanji catching up with us “I sent him, my god, his oxygen level was very low, had to give him emergency oxygen. Hopefully he will reach back safely ” He explained us everything in one breath. 

Mountains, mountains and more mountains.

You can find all sorts of colors, pink, purple, white, yellow, blue…

DO EPIC SHIT, stranger from the trail.

Sri never sat he always leaned to one or other thing with his monster bag. As Stupa is holy he was requested to move from there, Sri apologized and found another place to lean on. When you are visitor be like and visitor and respect the culture, peoples sentiments.

Ever cool Chandhar sir.

Kitchen staff and mules always started after us and reached before us 🙂

Ever energetic kitchen staff.

We were told we have cross couple of streams in upcoming days and have to keep slippers handy, when we saw the stream we were like “wow”

When mules go wild in wild.

Eating Musk melon on the trail, it was totally a different feeling. Thanks to Rigzen and the kitchen staff.

The cute little munchkins from the mountains. 

“Yet I tell you that not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these.” Math 6:29

One of my favorite my-click.

Once left

Once right

And then Straight up.

There was a old school adjacent to our camp side in Markha. When we reached the camp side, all curious kids came to see us and Rigzen chased them around. 

I asked his name and he said something which I couldnt get it so to keep it short and sweet I started calling him “Chingu”.

Renu had got some nice, yummy bar chocolates which were not very sweet, Chingu picked one, took a bite, made a weird face and throw it to the ground and jumped on it while Renu watched with horror. She had taken lot of pain to carry those chocolates, in no time Chingu just kicked the chocolates butt showing its no big deal.

Markha School

You are always “WELL COME”

Dining tent. There is one craziest chair, no matter whoever sits on it they topple and we laugh our lungs out.

Its acclimatization time.

Markha Village view from the top.

Shomonata Monastery

Pawanji posing with his friends.

The curious mules

“Look, the mountain goats” Pawanji shouted, all could see them bearing the same color that of mountain except for me. I have to put finger inside my eyes rub and ask “Where?I cant see them”.

Killing mountain goats is prohibited, government have installed cameras and if any body gets caught are prosecuted as per Leh’s law .

Most of them could spot right away,  “Where?” I was still searching “There, see, right front of you”. When I almost gave up I spotted them, happy ending for my 4 eyes.

Our kitchen tent, the food was always delicious and yum, we could serve n number of times only on one precondition “no wasting”.

Some mule riding in the evening.

As soon as we were back from acclimatization all started playing cricket which ended with Tiffin’s “Bumro Bumro with heavy steps. I never felt I am away from home even for single second.

Soup, oxygen level check, dinner, camp fire and then bed, it was a long day

To Be Continued