Episode III: The wrath of Zanskar
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Zero point behind us, we trudged on through a changing terrain – the greenery gave way to dust, the trees to rock – rows and rows of rocky mountains – each one a different shade or texture, some glinting in the sun, others a deep black, still others a matte finish so fine as if a custom job on an Audi. All around us, all we could see was rock. Fascinating, it was, really, although some might call it drab, the colour-loving Indians would really have trouble liking this landscape, I thought to myself, but I liked to admire the edges and cracks and cuts that were given by nature’s sculptors to these hard, resilient forms; each completely a work of time and probability. Anyway, to return to the subject, the changing landscape told us that Srinagar was now behind us, and that Leh was coming closer. On the way, we passed the river Zanskar, with the driver repeatedly pointing out about the rafting here. But, since we were already scheduled to do rafting the next day, we shooed away his calls and told him to go on. At Leh, we went straight to our hotel room. Here, our driver left us to go back to Srinagar while we would be joined by another driver who would take us around Leh.
eagles & useful stuff. 