From Tso Kar, we continued towards Puga and then onto Tso Moriri (Korzok village):
The road up to Puga is bad. It's being tarred so it's very very rough. Full chances of getting a puncture. Within a few km from Tso Kar, we met a bikers group from Mumbai (they were coming from Tso Moriri), one of the bullet had lost a nut. They asked if we had the particular nut, we didn't, but we had some spare steel wires which we offered. They used it to tie around the bolt thread as a make shift arrangement. Unfortunately, that was all we could offer and had to move on. I was wondering how horrible the bike ride would be on that bone jarring road...
After a while we reached Puga, where we came across a beautiful school. A very neat school with not much other civilization around was puzzling. Then I read the board - Nomadic Residential School. Kids were playing and looked very happy. Later, when we reached Tso Moriri, I was talking to some people who told me that children from all villages stay in this school and it was a great opportunity to get modern and formal education. The people in these villages have a nomadic lifestyle and as a result their children did not have much chance of schooling in the past. This residential school is a great initiative by the Ladakh Autonomous Hill Development Authority. The school administration ran a huge campaign in the last few years in all the villages, pleading parents to send the children to this school and the administration literally collects children from remote areas at the end of winter (March) and drops them back at the beginning of winter (they have a 75 day winter vacation). It's one of the best schools in Ladakh and the children who had never seen Leh or any modern town for that matter in their life so far, recently participated in the Independence Day parade and also in the Ladakh Festival. We did not take any pictures, but here is a very good documentary on the school:
Soon after Puga, we turned right towards Tso Moriri and climbed a small ghat section:
Look at the marks at the center of the road - we were wondering if these were caused by the JCBs and Bulldozers frequently plying there...

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Soon we reached Kyagar Tso (I am curious about the grammar, this one and the great Pangong lake have "Tso" as a suffix while the others viz. Kar and Moriri use "Tso" as a prefix! Any clue?) :
And the Tso Moriri:
This one is also salty water.
The village on the western bank of Tso Moriri is Korzok where we stayed in a tent. The village has only one satellite phone in a buiding which sort of serves as a business center. It's a Budhist School building with 1 room dedicated as communication center, which hosts the phone. There were lots of kids and I could not stop thinking why they were not sent to the Residential School. Some parents strictly want religious education? Or they were just ignorant? The Residential School is free and I really wished all the kids should have gotten the chance.
I wanted to phone home as we were out of touch since we left Manali. There was a huge queue as this was the only phone (ITBT check post has one and I was told they allow civilians to use it in off-hours). After an hour or so, I got the chance. Had to make 3 or 4 attempts before I could speak. First it did not connect, then there was echo, then one way talk-path...all throughout, the people there were extremely friendly and patient. Other than the operator, hardly anyone spoke Hindi/English, but they vacated a place for me to sit while I was waiting. Very simple and peaceful people. It was disheartening to see the tough life they have to live - extreme poverty, harsh winter, not much agriculture, no education, no jobs, not much interaction with rest of the world. Why can't our government install at least 10 phone there or have GSM coverage I have been wondering. May be because it's a very small village with only handful of households who have no money to pay? Or some technical/security reason?
A view of Tso Moriri from this Lama School:
The road you see in the picture going along the base of the mountain goes to Chumur on the LAC I was told. I would have loved to go there (as far as allowed), but we had just lost one tire a few km before Tso Moriri. The front left Yokohama went kissing a pointed stone which cut the sidewall. This is when a shortcoming of the Tucson surfaced - the spare is in the boot, so we had to unload all the luggage, to replace the tire! But then I promptly reminded myself, that Tucson comes with a full-size spare (with alloy), no compromise unlike some so called SUVs, so the inconvenience of having to unload the luggage is a minor issue. This is no mans land some 200 km from Leh. The nearest tire puncture shop is in Chumathang (at least a couple of hours away). And anyway nothing can be done with a side-wall cut. So a BIG THANK YOU to Hyundai for a full-size spare

, no space-saver or RFT crap.
Another pleasant surprise - we changed the tire in flat 30 minutes (it was quite some work at 15000 feet altitude). One of my friends is a smoker and in spite of warning him about the high altitude and AMS, etc, he did not quit smoking so we were praying that he completes the trip without any issue, and in fact it was this guy who was the fastest in loosening all the 4 bolts and removing the tire. In the end, he was also the one who was least tired!!! And he had an interesting theory to explain - "
My lungs are already working on reduced capacity due to regular smoking. So I am pre-acclamatized!"
Another interesting event on the way to Tso Moriri:
At a lot of places, there were alternate off-road paths and they seemed better than the actual road, given the conditions:
A Pajero was ahead of us and he was regularly taking the off-road paths, while I was sticking to the main road. Eventually, on an uphill U shaped climb, he just turned right 90 degrees before the U and started climbing the hill straight away. This time I decided to follow, took a sharp right, shifted to first and floored. As soon as I reached the top, I shifted to 2nd and floored hard, looked for the Pajero but couldn't see him, so I was wondering if he was really really fast and vanished (and if Pajero was really so good off-road that Tucson is nothing in comparison)...and surprise surprise - I saw him in my rear view mirror!!!! We were on a big plateau now with multiple trails to choose from. I picked one and he chose another. I shifted to 3rd and the Tucson pulled away from the Pajero like a Rajdhani express leaving the platform...
The place where history was made (see the multiple paths running parallel? The picture was taken next day on our way back, so unfortunately no picture of the Pajero):
All throughout the trip I was badly missing the 4L and proper off-roading gear, but this small piece of brilliance made me forget everything.
This is a story that I will tell my grand children:
"One upon a time there was a Tucson and a Pajero, climbing a hill at 15000 feet, and you know what? Tucson reached the top first and Pajero came behind"
For the record: We were not really racing, and we were not in each others way at any point. After a couple of km, we both stopped for directions and then the Pajero took the lead and we followed him. We stayed in the same resort. In the evening, we both complimented each others cars and driving skills.
To be continued...