(A trek from Kiber in Spiti valley to Tsomoriri lake in Changthang plateau in Laddakh, via Parang La pass.)
Tsomoriri means blue waters. It is a beautiful big lake at the average altitude of
15000+ feet in southern Laddakh, close to the international border with Tibet. It can
be approached from north, from Leh Manali Highway or from south, across Parang La
pass (18,300 ft), from Spiti valley. Both ways, one has to trek for about 7 to 10 days.
And both ways, one has to cross some high passes, for which Laddakh is famous- the
Land of high passes. Here is an account which might stimulate the explorer in you.
(the region)
(the trail)
Why do men climb mountains? Motives can be subtle, insidious and sometime simply
puerile. A famous mountaineer, when asked why did he climb Everest, said gravely
..because it is there! In my case, trekking was just a respectable excuse for getting
away from everything and to be quiet. And this is why, I do not take any porter or a
guide with me.
In August 2006, I had trekked to Tsomoriri from the north (see the sketch map
above). This year (summer 2007) I researched the southern route. I came across 3-4
good travelogues on web, giving the description of the route. And then, I was ready.
But couple of nights running, I had strange dreams.
ice-axe is holding firm on this frozen wall above my head but my feet are not following the example. I
dont have crampon on (crampons: A metal spike worn under shoes to get a grip on hard ice..) I am in
plain trekking shoes and that is why I am slipping down again and again. I am tiring with every effort
Way up, I can see a little light through the hole- yes, the hole which opened up under my feet as I was
happily trundling along this glacier atop Parang la. I can feel panic rising to my temples-my head is
throbbing- I am alone and ill-equipped to deal with this crevasse- What now?
This was one bad dream I saw just before leaving on this ten day trek in the western
Himalayas. There was another similar one:
I am wading through a mountain stream and suddenly I miss my footing and am being swept off... in
the rushing torrents. There is no one even to see this accident and commiserate; Not even birds or
fishes- it is a freezing stream in a high altitude desert in the Western Himalaya. As I am being swept
away, I am ruing the fact that I never learned proper swimming...
Solo treks are an opportunity to confront such fears and visit the snout of the
existential glacier from where such primitive fears emanate constantly in our mortal
life.
Pare-Chu, the wandering river: A small river, originates at Parang la: Pare Chu. It
flows east, enters Tibet near Chumar village, turns back after a while and re-enters
Himachal Pradesh in India, near Kaurik (Spiti) . In 2004, the sudden bursting of an
artificial lake on this river, caused havoc in Himachal pradesh. Four major bridges
across the river Satluj were swept away.
There are many bus stands in Shimla: but the Main bus stand is the right choice if
you wish to get a proper seat in a bus going to Rekong-peo or Kaza- the first leg of
the journey. There are night bus services also. This is the road which goes east
towards Tibet- enters Spiti from south, moves northward towards Lahaul and links up
with the Leh Manali road, near Rohtang pass. It follows the Satluj river for a great
distance and then, the Spiti river for another half a day.
stayed in, pointed out to me a small tourist party, camping out in the field across the
road: they are going to Tsomoriri- follow them.
The first and last village on this trail is Dhumle; There is a dirt road leading to this
village but I took a short cut- which crosses a gorge and climbs the ridge on the east
of this village- and descends on the other side to our first camp site: Thltak. Altitude
14806 ft. The other tourist party is moving very slowly. Finally, when I meet their
guide, he says: The lady (the tourist) is not feeling very well; we are turning back
tomorrow! I was a little concerned: now onwards I would have to do my own trail
reading.
(Water hole)
(Pariluingbi gorge)
The descriptions I had read were right. I looked down: the north side had a lot of soft
snow and a massive glacier. Its surface was criss-crossed by many glacial streams and
pools; Walking on it, meant getting feet frozen and soggy. Also, where the glacier
ended, it may be a steep fall to the floor of the valley. And then, of course there was a
remote but significant chance of meeting a crevasse. The time was about 1 pm.
Another 2-3 hours and it would be freezing and windy at this height.
Fortunately horsemen and porters had made a trail high up on the lateral moraine. I
saw a faint line on the right of the glacier among the rocks. After walking on fresh
snow for sometime, I was able to get on to this safer trail. There were inconspicuous
cairns to mark the poor trail amid boulders. After many hours of walking on shale,
stones, pebbles, ice etc. the trail brought me safely down into the valley- but I still
had to cross the glacial stream.
It was about 5 pm and due to high snow melting rate in the afternoon, most streams
are in spate around this time. So was the case with this one- the baby Pare-Chu. I
selected the right spot for crossing over; put on my sports sandals, took out the iceaxe for support and stepped in: small rocks were coming down like bullets with the
force of water; I took a second step and my right sport sandal was whipped off my
foot, by the strong current in a flash. I retraced my steps to the bank, put on my
trekking shoes and re-entered the stream. Hardly three steps in the stream, I toppled
backwards!
I had opened my legs in a wide V for better balance: the water entered the V with
inconceivable force and suddenness: I was spun round like a top- and before I
realised it, I was 15-20 feet down stream in a blink! The backpack somehow stayed on
my back and acted like a float- as well as a cushion, protecting my back and head.
A wild flailing of limbs. A sudden gasp. Next moment I was on the other bank lying on
a boulder three quarter dead. I heard a voice in my head: Doctor, follow the
Hypothermia protocol! Soon!
I felt cold, weak and very Old! But I was on the other side- was I not? Even if the
manner of crossing was somewhat unconventional and not very dignified! I moved to
a dry, less windy spot- changed into dry clothes, ate some snacks and walked on to
the campsite. Once in the sleeping bag, I felt comforted. Altitude: 16145 ft. I had
minor nasal bleeds and an early morning bout of breathlessness, around 2-3 am.
(Cathedrals)
(A typical campsite)
(Pare-chu river)
I turned around and retraced my steps, from my high perch- with a prayer. As I was
about to climb the higher trail, I saw two black dots moving in the distance. Two
porters going to Kibber village stood face to face with me few minutes later.
Water! I moved towards it steadily, in spite of limbs getting numb with weariness; It
kept receding and reappearing in the undulations of the intervening land. I arrived at
the southern banks of Tsomoriri only after another two hours. The water was full of
black insects. To be on safe side, I pressure cooked the water. But all said and done, I
noticed in the fading day light that it was a beautiful spot: a vast stretch of meadow,
next to the blue expanse of the lake- fringed by snow capped mountains. Altitude:
14886 ft.
I had often smiled inwardly at the Buddhist prayer wheels. What a mechanical device
to pray! You just keep turning it around! What effect can such mechanical prayers
have? But on the two occasions of river crossing in the previous days, and again that
evening, I had realised that all the praying I had known hitherto, were no less
mechanical. Only when our life is in real danger, we pray as we should. Only when I
had come out of the stream, had I noticed that I had been praying, non-stop and very
earnestly!
A lad called Chhotu looked like a native of Nepal or Bihar was constantly
running around, attending to various needs of the customers. Many people from
Nepal and Bihar were working here on various construction projects. Most people
sported a faded hat or cap, sitting jauntily over a weather beaten face- often smiling!
Once in a while, a serious and important looking man would walk in: He would be
the police or ITBP personnel or some petty official, who had come for his evening
dose of drinks; Chhotu or Ms Tsering would pour him a peg, which he would quietly
finish, with an omelette and retire for the night.
I too ordered my food with great anticipation: Momos! These are finely shredded
vegetables or meat wrapped in dough, which is then lightly fried or steamed. Very
popular. Some of the faces seemed familiar; they too looked at me for a fraction of
second longer and then smiled:
Were you not here last year too? About this time only?
Yes! Last year I came here from the north- via Rumtse. I smiled back and responded.
And this year?
Well- this year I came from the south. From Kiber in Spiti- across Parang la.
I began to feel the excitement, well known to travellers as they start their stories of
strange lands, people and adventures. But wait, more questions were coming.
deviant behavior in an elderly gentleman. Just imagine- roaming around like this!
I am 50 and look 70 and am quite proud of it. But I did not want to be censured by
these very well meaning kind people and so did not launch myself on a colourful
recounting of my adventures! I just smiled and attacked the momos with an earthy
relish.
(Shanti stupa)
Yes, you dont talk to anyone for days- and dont even realise it.. I was talking to
Yeah- that does look like the wide river bed- and that Parang La? Cant believe it!
I am using Google Earth (free version). And in spite of connectivity constraints, I am
able to see the spots I had been to. I transfer longitude-latitude data from my GPS for
the 6 campsites and the Parang-la pass manually to my computer.
Lo and behold- it pinpoints the spots on satellite images and I can see the 4 km long
glacier, I carefully circumvented and also the stream, I took a tumble in! It shows on
its own, places like Dutung and Norbu sumdo. Both are not at all inhabited. They are
just campsites in wilderness. I can see Tsomoriri; even the trail which I used last
year! Leh valley and Khardung la pass..
I never thought technology would make such strides in my own life time! But are we
changing as fast as our technology? A last word of caution: please take couple of
porters, if you trek this route. Trekking solo on this route is highly irresponsible and
deviant behavior!
(Walking meditation...author)
(A google earth image, showing the route and the camps: ignore
the red line)
Sachin is running a Self Help group for people who stammer in Herbertpur,
Dehradun. He is a trained mountaineer. For more information on this trek, he can be
contacted through emails: satksri@gmail.com
(Thanks Marian- for patient editing!!)