It isn't full moon yet. But even with the half moon that has receded well behind the steep walls of the gorge the frozen Zanskar shimmers flecks of light.Listen very carefully and you can hear a gentle gurgle of the flowing river under the Chadar that is a few feet thick. Fix your eyes on the bottled horizon and you can see sparkling reflections of the flowing river.
You can scream and your scream will echo through the landscape. May be the porters, settled in a cave on the other bank of the river, over their Chang fuelled brain will also reply "Julley". You may even try to own this patch of sandy land that you are walking on and no one will challenge you. Heck, you might even hear the demon's laughter reverberating through these walls. At times, you may get a vision that the Chadar has ceased to exist. At times that wind might bite you to the skin through the layers of sleeping bag under which you have cocooned yourself.
And at times like these, when you can see how beautiful nature can be, you might even think that you are really living a dream that you had dreamt about long time back!
Welcome to my story of the Chadar!
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Nerak waterfall - the final campsite. The Chadar trek actually ends at Padum, but thats a 15 day trek. Indians usually do the shorter version till Nerak. When I stepped under the frozen waterfall, I found a misty spray of falling water. Dibb Campsite, 24th Jan (4th Day)
Evening.
The draft of wind that crosses over the camp fire brings along with it the smell of burning junipers that crackle at times like marijuana seeds. Away from the circle of trekkers who have settled around the fire, I try to rest the camera on a piece of rock to get a shot of the gorge that’s sparkling in the night and think about how far and away from civilization we really have been for the past 3-4 days. The campfire, for us, has become a habit and every evening we would settle in a circle, drying the clothing that had gotten wet during the encounters on the Chadar.
Let the weather not be emphasized here. It is incomparably cold, for in mid-Jan, its not uncommon for night temperatures to dive 20 degrees below zero. And in the depth of winter, legend says that ice as thick as a goat's rib can support the weight of a yak. Nothing survives such hostility. But ask the porters and they will say that the Chadar gives them everything – caves to live, water to drink and firewood to keep warm. They worship the Chadar and pray for its sustenance, since, apart from this highway of snow, there is no way to travel from Padum to Leh in winter.
The starting point of the Chadar. Photographed during return. The Chadar changes its form and shape frequently: so much so that the starting point was barel recognizable when we had returned. Night shot at Tibb. Chadar between Tibb and Nerak. Mutton momos at Leh market. The first and last of non-veg that I had at Leh (if you discount eggs) One of the several waterfalls. The kitchen tent. Every evening, after the days walk we would spend the time in it. The kitchen tent was warm too - for the stove used to run for 6-8 hours: first for cooking and subsequently to keep the tent warm.
The Chadar does not freeze in several places. In fact you can see that the river is flowing at full velocity over ice and rocks. The colour is an amazing blue. Before I had stepped on the Chadar, I had a fear - what if the Chadar gives away and I go down with it? The fear wasn't totally unfounded. But rarely the depth at the edges exceed 3-4 feet.
Very common sight. Fetching a drink of water. A break away from the monotony.At Leh palace. Three days back, when we stepped on this highway of ice, many of us learnt walking on it for the first time. The initial mile was dusty, solid ice that provided great traction for walking and you can literally walk like you are walking on a tarred road. But then the nature of the road changed to smooth and shiny glass like and when the sun rays fell, it was too slippery. There was no need to plod, for, movement was aided by inertia. And when such shiny,glass like ice was on an incline, it could prove to be a heady cocktail for a fall.
The first day was also the shortest one. A 2 hour bus journey from Leh took us to Shingra Yokma, from where commenced the trek. And our rendezvous with ice was immediate. So, with the backpack hanging from the shoulders and a camera hanging around the neck, hands resting on a trekking pole and wearing gumboots of the most uncomfortable kind that was purchased barely 24 hours ago from Leh market, I started the march.
A walk of 2 hours brought us to a place called Shingra Koma or Shingra Upper, where we rested for the night. Hot khichdi and tea - both of which got cold within minutes - were our late 4 PM lunch. And rest of the evening was spent in star gazing. Dinner was slurped up at 7 in the evening. And night was spent with 3 layers of woolen garments and 2 sleeping bags.
Folds of ice. Swift currents. Icicles hanging from an ice chest. The sun is a rarity in the Chadar walk and its absence is one of the reasons for a solid, stable Chadar. But there are a few bends and sections where the path of the river hasnt followed the rocky walls. At such places the sun beams down brightly. And as we leave the darkness of the gorge, its holiday for a while: we sit down to soak in the sun for a while ...discarding the backpack and the trekking pole. And then watch the porters pulling the sledges. Reaching Nerak. The last couple of miles to Nerak are quite exposed with bad Chadar. Padma, 17 years old, from Wanla (near Lamayuru). Studies in the 9th standard. Due to the harsh winter school open closed till February (which coincides with the Chadar season). He has been learning the ropes of the trade. But says he will eventually join the Army! Very, very helpful and understanding - his maturity is unseen. I have never slept well in a tent.Sleep is always intermittent...in 'batches'. I sleep for sometime, sometimes wake up shivering, pull the sleeping bag all the more closer. Sometimes that helps, kother times not. The next morning after a breakfast of Tibetan bread,jam and cheese and 'kawa' we started walking again.The next morning after a breakfast of Tibetan bread,jam and cheese and 'kawa' we started we started walking again. And during the day, discover a few things.
One, is the lack of the presence of sun rays. You can see that the skies are blue, the tip of the hills that border the gorge are lighted up by the sun - all good - but the gorge itself lies in permanent shadows and there are only a few places where the sun rays actually fall on you - the trekker.
Two, the Chadar trek gives a very limited set of colours. Sky and the river is blue, ice is white, the rocks along the gorge are yellowish brown to purple. And thats it!
Three. The crowd of trekkers. Generally trekking campsites have sparse population. But in this trek, at any given moment there are hundreds of trekkers. Campsites are bursting with crowds. And that brings the question of the 'load' being faced by the fragile environment. The extra bit of kerosene that wasn't required, the food that was wasted, human faeces - everything goes right into the river.
We have pasta for lunch - pasta cooked in a pressure cooker with a cocktail of spices consisting of garam masala, sauces, cumin powder,fenugreek - name it and you will get it. Hunger is subdued due to lack of taste, but somehow I force feed myself.
Shingra Yokma campsite.
In the evening, around 4 o clock, we reach Dibb. And spend another night under the stars.
One of the reasons that makes the Chadar unique is the terrain and climate. Talking of the 'trek' aspect - its not a trek. Rather its a walk on a gentle and undulating river.The Zanskar and its Chadar, the cold and the gorge walls at times attain a form of permanence that its impossible to escape them even after a month of getting over the walk.
This is one trek where I found that the journey itself triumphs over any attempts at photography. It is not a picturesque trek, nor does it have any vistas that are worth framing/composing - for, the landscape is the same - a river frozen along a gorge and rocky hills that surround it - the pattern almost the same or repeating over multiple places.
A trip like this, inspires to write....again, I have not tried to answer questions through this travelogue. Perhaps it will leave you with more questions? Perhaps. What is the first day itinerary? How many hours was travelled? What was the distance? What are the starting and ending points? (will willingly answer in case you have any). I have tried to avoid that because what I am trying to write is a story about the Chadar and the experiences it provides: You can see porters carrying 50 kg weights; places where the Chadar is only a couple of feet wide and so slippery that you will hesitate multiple times before taking the next step and right besides you will see the river gushing at full flow; and then, there are places, where the Chadar hasn't formed and you have to climb over rocks where a fall would mean you hurtle 30 feet down to the river.
That night, as I sleep, I think about the next day which would be the day we see Nerak's spectacular waterfall.
View from Shanti Stupa. Clean night with no clouds.