Phase 3 – Boredom & Stok
Since I was able to attempt both of
my objectives near Korzok in good time and complete both, the Merkha Valley and
the Tso Moriri legs of my trip well within the time I had allotted them, I was back to Leh on the 20th. I had originally planned to be back by the 23rd,
and fly out after a rest day at Leh. But I probably acclimatised very well and
was able to achieve all the objectives in quick time; to my disadvantage
really, because now I had 5 days to kill in Leh; well 4 days at least, since I
would fly out on the 25th. Since I have been to Leh so many times
and since it is such a small place that I have probably visited every street
and alley on so many occasions; I was beginning to freak out at the prospect of
not having anything to do over the next 4 or 5 days. 20th was no
problem, because I reached Leh at about 5 in the evening. I had called
John from somewhere near Choglamser, so he was able to arrange a room for me. I had a nice
shower and was out to have dinner. John had to visit his friend for a little
Nepalese get together. It was a community thing. I went to the market place and
got a shave since I was among civilized folks for the next few days. I had
my favourite apricot+seabuckberry juice before and after dinner. A lot of
people would be a little put off by its tangy sour taste; not me. I absolutely
love the concoction. Anyways, after dinner I walked around the market place,
bought some fruits and returned to my room by 9. I had
some difficulty falling asleep but fell asleep eventually and I think I slept well. The torment was to begin the next morning.
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| LML |
At the guest house, I had nothing
to do and thus began the torturous run of boredom for me. I spent some time
browsing, courtesy the wi-fi from the office near our guest house, had some
lunch and even walked around town for some time. It was no good. Then I was reminded something that could keep me occupied. The pinhole in my shell pant was
bothering me. So I went to the market place to look for a patch of gore-tex or
similar fabric that I could glue to my pant. Surprisingly nobody in Leh had it
or had even heard of such a thing. My transportation sack which I use to cover
my rucksack during flights also had a few tiny holes. So I took the sack to a
cobbler and while he was working on my sack, we started talking and that is
when he mentioned a shop in the old market which stocked waterproof fabric that could be appropriate for my shell pant. I
was elated. The hole was very tiny, but as long as I knew that it was there, I
wouldn’t be able to sleep well becauseI have a tendency to obsess with things
dear to me. After patching up my transportation sack, I had some dinner and
walked around the market place. It was beginning to get chilly which is
normally the case in ladakh towards the end of august. By 9 I was at the guest
house and I sat at the balcony for an hour browsing.
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| Aloo Paratha, soaked in Ghee & served with Curd |
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| Old Market - Leh |
While I was shopping, John called
me to remind me of the get together. I promised him that I would be there in a
few minutes. So I paid up and rushed to his place with the cookies. Pemba and his uncle
were there too. Pemba was helping Johns wife with the chicken curry, while John was
serving drinks. Since he knew that I didn't drink, I was served Coke. I handed
the box of cookies to Johns wife and picked my drink. In a little while dinner
was served; fantastic Dal-Bhat, Chicken, Salad and Dulle (a very small and very
hot chilli). We had a few laughs and a few drinks and at some point during dinner Pembas
uncle, who took a liking to me, asked me of my plans, since I still had a few
days to go in Leh. I told him that I was thinking of exploring the hills around
Leh and he brought up Stok. Since he was impressed with my solo effort over the last
couple of weeks, He said that I could consider doing Stok. He thought I could do it in quick time. Quick time is
a relative thing. Whats quick for me could be about average speed for a guide
or a Sherpa. I asked him if Stok could be done in less than two days, and he
thought that it very well could be done quicker. So with that though etched in
my mind, I took their leave and went to sleep.
22 Aug 14
The following morning I met with
John after breakfast. Yes! Aloo Paratha with curd again. I asked John if people
got checked for permits at Stok. He told me that there was a good chance that
somebody might check foreigners, but once in a while Indians did get asked too. John also advised me that the procedure for obtaining a permit
was pretty straightforward. So I went to the IMF office at about 5 to 2. The
officer in charge of IMF, Leh is a gentleman called Sonam Wangial, an Everest
Hero. Unfortunately we got into a petty argument but we were both able to calm
ourselves. He gave me a form to fill and asked me to bring him some copies of
it at 5. That meant that I couldn’t leave for Stok that day. since it would be 6 by the time
the permit was done and I would need an hour to go to the room and pack up. So in any case I couldn’t leave before 7. That left me with just two days to spare in Leh.
I thanked Mr. Wangial and came
out of his office. While I was copying the form I conjured a brilliant plan. The reason for skipping Stok year after year was because it was thought to be easy. So I
thought I could perhaps soup things up and "up" the challenge a bit. I could try to attempt climbing Stok in a 24 hour window, Leh to
Leh. Although it sounded too adventurous, I thought about it during lunch. I
thought, if I went light, REALLY light and moved quickly, it was a possibility.
I was well acclimatised; exhausted and fatigued, but well acclimatised.
So I rushed to the guest house and called on John. I told him about my thought
and he said it was not impossible. Since we have climbed together, he knew my
level of fitness (according to him I am very fit. I think I am about average),
he thought I had a good chance of pulling it off. Since I would have to trek to
the base camp from Stok village and then in 3 or 4 hours, attempt the summit, my
plan was to strap down my pack to bare minimum; Just a pack, crampons, boots,
ice axe, water, glucose and 2 bananas. I was not gonna carry a tent or sleeping
bag or food/fuel etc, since I had heard that the Stok Base camp is a proper
commercial base camp. So I thought that I would have dinner at the base camp
and since I would leave for the summit at midnight, I could just sit in one of
the restaurants; so I probably didn’t need a tent or a sleeping bag. John
advised me that If weight was a concern, I could climb in hiking boots too, but
that I should definitely take my down layer with me, perhaps the sleeping bag
too. I argued that I didn’t use the down jacket on Kang Yatse, which a 80
meters higher than Stok. John said that Stok is much colder that Kang Yatse. I
was reluctant, but I took his advise. I still insisted that I was not taking my
sleeping bag with me, since I would only have to sit at base camp for 3 to 4
hours. I also felt much better about being able to climb Stok in my hiking
boots. I thanked John for his inputs and then went to the IMF office to get the
permit sealed by Mr. Wangial. This time he was much more enterprising and
polite. I got the permit in a few minutes and informed Mr. Wangial that I would
meet him again once I returned from Stok. I didn’t reveal my intent to attempt
to summit Stok in under 24 hours. In any case, it was just a thought, so I
thought it was best to leave it as it is. I said to myself that if I am able to
make it in 24 hours, it would be terrific, but if I couldn’t it was still fine
because the idea was to keep myself occupied for a day or two. If I left on the
23rd, I had resolved to return to Leh by 24th, just in
time to packup and fly out on the 25th. So I would have to start my
descent from wherever, summit or no summit, to be able to reach Leh before
evening on the 24th.
With this thought I returned to
the guest house. I ran into John and reminded him of my treat. We had a brief
chat at the entrance to the guest house about my sudden plan and he had many
things to share about it. He suggested that I could leave by 3 or 4 and it
would take me less than an hour to reach Stok. The trek from Stok Village to
base camp would take me about 5 hours. A break of 2 may be three hours at the restaurant
in the base camp should take me past midnight; that is when I would start from
base camp for the summit. He also gave me a rough outline of the route, since I
have never been to Stok and since I would be arriving in the night, with no
idea of the terrain or the route. I was now beginning to get restless and the
fact that John was very upbeat about me being able to do it was bothering me.
So once in a while I would just say somethings like, “you know John, I am just
going to try this to pass time. Its no big deal. Its ok if I don’t summit.
Besides I cant control the weather.” But John would counter that by saying, “no
no. I know you can do it”. I was just anxious about embarrassing myself. He
obviously had a high opinion of me and thought I could pull it off. But for me
it was just a casual try. It was best if I went with an open mind. Obviously it
was not going to be a sightseeing trek since I would be covering most of the
trail in the dark. So obviously I would try hard. But I had resolved that I wouldn’t
risk anything. I asked John about his best time on Stok. He told me that he
once climbed with a Marathon runner and the contract was for 4 days. They got
back in 28 hours, on the condition that John would still get paid for 4.
Personally I think, if it was not for the client, John could have come back
quicker.
So, after that intriguing chat,
John, his missus and I headed out to Mentok Ling for dinner. It’s a nice restaurant
and the folks running the place were good friends of John. I ordered a Thai
rice and chicken dish, while John and his wife opted for an assortment of
breads, rice and chicken curry. It was good. During dinner we spoke at length
about varied stuff but the stories of John courting his wife were most
intriguing. After dinner we walked back to the guest house, exchanged
pleasantries and called it a day.
23 Sep 14
Big day for me, or was I making
it a big deal. Whichever way I looked at it, it was going to be a tough day. No
matter how much I said to myself that this was just a one day occupation,
nevermind the summit, it didn’t help. So I thought, what the heck, lets give it
the best shot. Afterall, this would be the last outing to the mountains this trip.
I wouldn’t have to worry about fatigue or exhaustion, since I wouldn’t have to
recover for another climb or hike the next day. It was just a one day thing. So
I could actually afford to exert a bit. I had a very heavy breakfast at Gohils
and opted to have something light at Stok village. I called Gyatso and asked
him to pick me up at 3 in the afternoon. John was in the guest house, so we
spoke for a while. I packed up and just lay in bed for a whle, trying to psyche
myself for the quick ascent. At 2 I walked out of the room to calm my nerves.
John was there too. He asked me if I needed something, and I told that I was
ok. Actually I was beginning to get scared which was weird, since Stok was not
even on my itinerary.
I was supposed to just take it easy and not care about
the outcome, but that line of thought was not working. Anyways, at 3 I got a
call from Gyatso and so I picked my bag, shook hands with John and got in the
vehicle. John asked me to go easy. I agreed and we departed. I was at Stok
village by 3:45. I had a couple of boiled eggs at Stok and had to pay a couple
hundred rupees to the local authorities for attempting Stok. I began my trek to
the base camp without wasting much time.
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| 4 PM @ Stok Village |
The initial part of the route was
pretty straightforward. I had to hike along the stream and the gradient was
pretty shallow. About 45 minutes into the trail, I reached spot where I had an
option to follow the trail along the stream or climb over a pass. I chose the
pass, to avoid any obstacles caused by the stream. With a minimalist set up, I didn’t
want to get wet. From the top of the pass I was able to see the whole route
along the stream, and it looked like I could have avoided the pass; it would
have saved me much effort. The trail was along the stream bound between hills
on both sides. I was feeling relieved that the trail was well marked out, since
it was gonna get dark soon, and it would have been difficult to spot the route
otherwise. At about 5:30 I met a guy who was probably a guide. Even though the
trail was marked out well, I just inquired of the route. Thank God I did. He
gave me an important clue which John probably missed. He advised me to go along
the stream at a bifork some distance away, instead of the trail. When I reached
the spot, I was confused since the trail which turned to the right of a feature
was heavily marked where as the stream which was to the left of the feature had
no traces of boot prints, dung or signs of traffic. Until that point the trail
was along the stream and was pretty well marked. I had to make a choice. It was
6 and I had to choose. I chose the stream. I was scared for most part since I
just couldn’t see anything or anyone along the stream. There was no trail, no
cairns, nothing. I said to myself, that if I didn’t get to anywhere by 9, I
would just trace back my hiking route to Stok. Fortunately, half an hour into
the stream from the bifork, I reached another bifork with an arrow pointing
towards Manikarmo. John had told me that Manikarmo was 2 hours short of the
base camp. So that guide was correct afterall. I was glad that I took his
advise. It seemed like I was still on schedule. I reached Manikarmo before 7
and got directions to the base camp from somebody working at the campsite
there. Without wasting much time, I took off. By 7 it was dark. I put on my
softshell and headlamp and started hiking. All the sweat since the last 3 hours
was now making me uncomfortable and cold. The softshell was not helping much. I
wore my glove liners to keep my fingers warm. I wanted to avoid hypothermia or
chilblains, but on the flipside, I couldn’t wear anything too warm or that
would cause excessive perspiration. The gradient had increased after Manikarmo
and the altitude and cold too were taking their toll.
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| A view of Stok from the Trail |
The trail was steep at a couple
of places after Manikarmo, but nothing grossly untoward. I was not quite sure
if I was moving quickly enough, because of the darkness. Since I was feeling
very cold and was tiring too, I started looking around for a possible bivy spot.
I didn’t have a sleeping bag, but I had a very good down jacket and I could use
my rucksack too. I did spot a couple of enclosed ledges to my right and marked
them in case I couldn’t see any signs of the base in the vicinity. To my left,
some distance away, I noticed a few lights (I wasn’t sure if they were stars or
headlamps), but I was pretty sure that couldn’t be the base camp since Stok was
supposed to be to my right. Anyways, I continued climbing that steep trail and
after about 10 minutes I could hear bells and singing. I was elated. A couple
more minutes and there I was; the Stok Kangri base camp. I checked my watch and
it was 8:30; very good time considering I was hoping to be there by 9 and only
10 minutes back I was considering either returning to Stok or bivouacking somewhere
along the trail. There were a lot of tents and ponies and a very big tent which
was probably the restaurant. I could hear singing and revelry from inside the
restaurant, which I assumed was a group celebrating their summit of Stok or
last day of their trek. I just walked in and picked an obscure corner in the
restaurant while a bunch of sherpas were entertaining their European guests. I
had some tang to compose myself and was shivering no end because of the sweat
and the cold. The base camp was close to 5000m and it was the last week of
august. There was a light breeze and it was cold. There was a guy seated 5
meters to my right. I walked to him and inquired about the cook. He pointed to
the opposite side of the restaurant where the European guests were seated, at a
guy who was seated near the entrance, next to a girl. I walked to the other
side and sat next to the cook asking him if he had anything for dinner. The
girl who was seated to his left responded by saying that the cook somehow
managed to ruin the dinner that night. I
was amazed that she was able to understand my question about dinner to the cook
since I spoke in Hindi. From her accent, it seemed like she was European,
possibly Czech. I spoke with the cook, probing to find what my options were. I
told him I was on a tight schedule but if he was busy at the moment I could
wait for anything that he could make; noodles, soup, whatever. The girl seemed
concerned and chimed in with me. With two requests, the cook couldn’t just sit
there. So he went to make me some noodles. The girl was very inquisitive and
asked me about my plan. I told her I was going to attempt the summit that night
and she was surprised, may be even a little shocked. I got out my down jacket
to warm myself since I was shivering terribly. The girl was curious about my
effort. I just downplayed it and asked her about her summit effort, her route
etc. She was part of a big group and told me in detail about the route from the
base camp to the glacier and further to the ridge and along the ridge to the
summit. Of course all this was not helpful unless I had some sort of
orientation, since I had arrived in the night. But I listened carefully to all
that she had to share. We also spoke of mountain schools, meditation and
apparel too, since she seemed intrigued by mine. In 10 minutes I was served noodles.
We continued chatting while I was having dinner; more like she would inquire
and I would respond. After dinner when the noisy celebration began to calm
down, the girl said that she needed to get some rest. I thanked her for all her
inputs. In half an hour the restaurant was empty and only I was in there along
with the cook and a guide. The guide was taking a client to the summit at
midnight. His name was Sunny and the cooks name was Lotus. Yes you read it
right, Lotus. I asked Sunny if I could follow him to the glacier. I told him I
would be no hassle, I would maintain my distance and just needed to be shown
the route till the glacier since I was told that the route above the glacier is
tracked out right upto the summit because of the heavy traffic on Stok each
day. Sunny was a very good chap. He gladly agreed to show me the way to the
glacier and in fact invited me to follow him to the summit. I thanked him and
told him upto the glacier was fine and after that I could climb along for company.
On that note he went to sleep and I returned to my corner. I put on my base
layers and just sat there trying to stay warm but it wasn’t working. John was
right, I should have brought my sleeping bag. I was cold and my down jacket was
not enough to keep me warm. While I was struggling in the cold, Sunny asked me
to come to his side of the tent. I was glad he did. He was also not sleepy
obviously because he had to leave in a couple of hours. He offered me a beer, but
I politely refused. When he insisted, I agreed to take a sip from a bottle of
mountain dew kept behind us. Although it was still cold, I feel good company
helps. Sunny and Lotus even offered their blanket to cover my feet. Sunny told
me about his childhood in Jammu, about the company he works for, his friends
etc and once in a while would inquire about me too. Before long it was midnight
and Sunny was out of bed to gear up. His client, Sandeep was in the tent by
quarter past 12. A couple of ladies were there too who were being led by a
guide from Leh. The ladies were taking their own sweet time where as Sandeep
and Sunny were geared up in a jiffy. I just had to lace up since I was ready
since 10.
24 Aug 14
We were out of the tent and on
our way by half past midnight. It was very cold, and I was wearing my super warm
Neutrino Endurance, which was probably an overkill for Stok Kangri, because I
was sweating in half an hour. I just let the perspiration vent out instead of
getting rid of the down piece altogether, since during breaks I would have had
to probably wear it again. Sandeep, Sunny and I were maintaining a steady pace.
In less than an hour we reached a feature from where one had to traverse a
scree section for another hour to reach the glacier. We took a short break and then continued
hiking towards the glacier. I was feeling very tired and sleepy, but kept on
moving. Once in a while Sandeep would ask me about how he was doing; honestly I
thought he was doing pretty well. He seemed to be sure footed. By half past 2
we reached the glacier and took another break. Sandeep was bent on wearing his
cleats to cross the glacier; Sunny and I trusted our boot soles to get the job
done, besides, I didn’t bring my crampons along. It took us about half an hour
to cross the glacier and after a quick drink we were off on our way towards the
ridge that leads to the summit. The Tang I brought along was beginning to make
me sick since that is what I had been drinking for more than two weeks. So I picked
a Mountain Dew from the restaurant for the summit attempt. The drink was frozen
by the time we crossed the glacier, but I was still able to suck through the frozen
pieces, and it still tasted better than the Tang I was carrying. Once we had crossed the
glacier, the route was pretty well tracked out and Sunny and I could have
parted ways, but I just stayed behind them to be polite.The route was not technical
at all, but the thing about Stok is that the route is very very long.
Attempting the summit from the base camp is slightly exhausting and I am
surprised that people opt to do it that way. On the flipside, most people go
through a rigorous 3 to 5 day acclimatisation process before attempting the
summit. So its all good I suppose. By half past 4 we were able to hit the
ridge. From this point it was just a matter of grit, and the weather holding up, since
the summit ridge, although long and exposed in many parts, was easily
negotiable; as long as the folks attempting the summit were not afraid of
heights, since once could fall 100’s of meters either side of the ridge leading
to the summit. We took a break at some point along the ridge. The girls who probably
started 20 minutes after we departed from the base camp, did very well. Their
guide probably brought them through a shorter route, because they intersected us
at a ridge after we had been on it for half an hour. From there the six of us
were pretty much around each other. At quarter to six, we were able to see the
summit from the ridge. One of the girls was probably going crazy. She started
pushing around and overtaking without any word of caution to the one in front
of her. The slopes on either side of the ridge were quite steep; a little
mistake could cause a fatal accident and her shoving around was not helping at
all. I took the chivalrous approach and let her pass, even though I was feeling
pretty upbeat by now. I could have very well stayed in front of her if I wanted
since, suddenly, with the summit in sight, I was not feeling sleepy and I had a
spring in my stride but I remained slow, to be polite to Sandeep and Sunny. I
thought it to be rude to overtake the guys who had been nice to me. Sandeep on
the other hand had slowed down considerably. He was only taking a few steps at
a time and was stopping more often for short breaks. But it was not even 6, and
I had enough time to meet my deadline. So I wasn’t worried for the moment. The
other girl, was alright. She was taking it easy, but was still able to maintain
a good pace and she was much more civil compared to the crazy girl.
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| @ The Summit |
I strapped up and started rushing
towards the trail, which is when I met the other girl from the previous night.
She seemed thrilled that I was able to get to the summit. I didn’t think she
had ever seen it done that way; arrive at base in the night and then leave for
the summit shortly after. But she seemed delighted that I was able to pull it
off. We exchanged pleasantries and I thanked her a lot for her help the night
before. Soon enough, I hit the trail and this was no big deal. I was able to
descend to the stream in about 10 minutes and reached Manikarmo in an hour.
Manikarmo to Stok was a straightforward route too. The sun was out and I just
had to go down stream. I maintained a brisk pace and my estimate was that at
that pace I would make it to Stok before 1. About 20 minutes from Manikarmo, I
met a group, who inquired about the route. I told them about the route I took
the previous night and they were grateful. A little later I came across a bunch
of mountain goats. I couldn’t resist snapping them. I also took a quick break
there. About half an hour later I reached the point where I had to choose
between the pass and the river. I chose the pass so that I would be able to
call Gyatso and check if he was on his way or at Stok. Unfortunately, I had
reception but Gyatsos phone was not reachable. I tried for about 10 minutes
before giving up. I climbed down the pass and joined the trail. Soon I was able
to see the village and I upped the tempo a bit. I reached the spot where I was
dropped by 1. No sign of Gyatso, but there were other drivers there, who were
from Stok.
So I decided to get a drink and wait for Gyatso for half an hour. If
he didn’t show up in half an hour, then I would drive out with a different
driver. Gyatso was not there till half past one and his phone was still not
reachable. I had been awake for 30 hours and couldn’t wait any longer, So I
took another taxi. I still didn’t feel good about going with someone else, so I
kept trying Gyatsos number. About 20 minutes after we set off from Stok, I got Gyatso
on the line and gave my phone to my driver to explain to Gyatso in Ladakhi
about why I chose to drive with him. We all agreed that I would swap taxis
somewhere in the middle, just short of Choglamser. The guy from the glacier,
the half an hour halt at Stok (for nothing) and a 15 minute argument between
the two drivers while I swapped taxis, cost me close to two hours on the clock.
(not to mention that I spend 4 hours sitting at base camp doing nothing – so in
a perfect world, I might have been able to do this much quicker. But I would
still take 24 hours anyday. Besides, I wouldn’t advise anybody to try Stok or
any 6000+ m mountain this way) I still had enough time to make it to Leh before
3. There wasn’t much traffic enroute and we were able to get to the guest house
by 2:30. Well within 24 hours. I was elated. John was not in the guest house,
so I just went to the room, washed up and rushed to Korean House for lunch. I
told Pops that it was my last lunch this trip. I ate well, thanked Pops for the
brilliant food and then went to Dzomsa for a drink. Later I met with Mr.
Wangial and told him about the quick ascent. He was reluctant to believe initially,
but was convinced as we spoke. He gave
me his number and asked me to stay in touch.
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| @ Stok Village, waiting for the driver. |
After visiting Mr. Wangial at the
IMF, I thought I should go to the room and sleep, but then who sleeps on the
last day of a trip. So I just strolled around town. I got a shave and continued
sauntering around. I even went to my favourite Kebab place and gobbled a few
like a glutton. At about 7 I got a call from John, but we couldn’t talk because
of terrible reception. So I got some cash from the ATM for incidentals and then
rushed to his room. I first paid up for my room and then we spoke about my
little speed ascent. On hearing my account, the first thing he said was that he
knew I could do it. John invited me to a friends restaurant for dinner. I
refused to have dinner but told him that I could join them once I am done
packing and may be have a drink, Coke perhaps. I asked him and his wife to go
rightaway, while I went to the room and did some packing. I hadn’t slept for
close to 40 hours, but I said, what the heck? I could sleep I got back from the
restaurant. At 9, I met with John at the restaurant and had a coke. He also
offered me some snacks, but I just couldn’t eat after a heavy dose of Kebabs
earlier in the evening. Incidentally my friend, Tomek was arriving the
following day and I was to meet him at the airport at 8. I told John to take
good care of my friend and help him out in the best way possible. Johns words
were assuring. He asked me not to worry. At 11 we walked back to guest house
and I thanked John for a wonderful time. I just went to the room and crashed on
the bed. I didn’t even know when I fell asleep, but the next 6 hours were by
far the best 6 hours of sleep for me. Lesson learnt? Boredom could get you to
the top of a 6150m peak; in quick time. ;)
25 Aug 14
My flight out of Leh was only at
11, but I had to meet with Tomek at 8. I skipped breakfast, and opted to have a
doughnut instead. John insisted that he pay for it, so I let him. Since Gyatso
was busy with a function involving his mother, he sent a friend to drop me at
the airport. I thanked Johns wife for the fantastic food and hospitality. I
thanked John for all the help, advise and goodwill. At 8 I started for the
airport and was there in 10 minutes. Tomek and his friend Wojtek were there,
waiting for us. We could speak only for a few minutes since the security wouldn’t
allow the vehicles to be parked at the airport for too long and Tomek and his
friend were to use the same taxi as mine to get to the guest house. However in
the brief time we spoke, I tried my best to share as much useful information as
possible, to help make their trip better. Tomek was so thoughtful to bring an illustrative
book about Poland. I felt thankful and ashamed at the same time, since I had
nothing to give to him. Before I helped them into the taxi, I invited them to visit
my house in Chennai at the end of the trip and requested them to keep me posted
about their current adventure and also to let me or John know if they needed
anything or were in a spot of bother. We shook hands and parted ways. I checked
in at the airport, went through security and identified my baggage. While it
was time to take the bus to the flight, I ran into that Czech group again whom
I met at Kang Yatse and later at Korzok. The young lady, the couple and the two
gentlemen, were all there. We were delighted to meet. I mostly spoke with the
young man who spoke English, but the others were just as delighted to meet me,
and I was delighted to meet with them as well. Soon enough we were boarding but
we met again and spoke for a brief while in Delhi. They were going sightseeing
in Delhi while I had to return to my drab routine in Chennai.
This
was an awesome trip. It didn’t have the magnitude and glamour of a big mountain
like Nun, but in many ways it was so satisfying. What was most amazing was that
I was able to pull it off on my own. Stok was definitely a bonus and I am so
glad I chose to do it instead of hanging around in Leh doing nothing. Stok also
taught me that even after being spent physically and mentally for 16 days in
two different areas, I still had at least 24 hours of effort hidden somewhere
in me. I think I will do this solo thing more often. For now I will just keep
training and wait for my Ski-mo equipment to arrive soon.
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