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Saturday, 17th September
Not that I had planned a weekend outing to Pangong, but things fell in place. I wanted to reach Lukung by 3 or 4 PM, spend the evening there and the following morning, drive to Chusul via Spangmik/Merak/Khaltse. However, this drive changed our complete itinerary.
Pangong was 300 odd Kms and the only way I could do it the same day was to leave, as early as possible. So, left Turtuk at 5 in the morning.
As the sun rose, it felt like a screen coming off, unleashing the magical world.
It really was magical
I had not seen anything like this before.
The Sand dunes looked beautiful
The fuel bunk at Hundar. If he is not the owner, then I'm sure he is first guy to visit that bunk.
It was around 8, when we crossed Khalsar and we had not had a cup of tea since morning. We badly wanted to eat something but dint find a eatery. It was still cold and the nauseating smell of diesel from the jerry cans, was just unbearable. We had some biscuits and rusks, that held our appetite for some time. It was treat to the eyes though.
These pics were taken on the way to Wari-la
This stretch, just before Agam was splendid
Enroute to Wari-la
Not that I had planned a weekend outing to Pangong, but things fell in place. I wanted to reach Lukung by 3 or 4 PM, spend the evening there and the following morning, drive to Chusul via Spangmik/Merak/Khaltse. However, this drive changed our complete itinerary.
Pangong was 300 odd Kms and the only way I could do it the same day was to leave, as early as possible. So, left Turtuk at 5 in the morning.
As the sun rose, it felt like a screen coming off, unleashing the magical world.
It really was magical
I had not seen anything like this before.
The Sand dunes looked beautiful
The fuel bunk at Hundar. If he is not the owner, then I'm sure he is first guy to visit that bunk.
It was around 8, when we crossed Khalsar and we had not had a cup of tea since morning. We badly wanted to eat something but dint find a eatery. It was still cold and the nauseating smell of diesel from the jerry cans, was just unbearable. We had some biscuits and rusks, that held our appetite for some time. It was treat to the eyes though.
These pics were taken on the way to Wari-la
This stretch, just before Agam was splendid
Enroute to Wari-la