Better sense prevails and so we decide to stick to the road. We’ve reached Moore Plains! We too are inclined to take the tracks but then I remind that Moore Plains are part of wetlands that support the wildlife here and driving on tracks would be destroying their natural habitat. seems like a plan can take off from here.

Soon we reach a vast open area with freshly laid tarmac going straight. There is a road which goes to Tso Kar from just ahead of Debring… we do not take that as we have to reach Chandratal by tomorrow and hence we must reach Keylong by evening today. Conscious of the fact that we haven’t yet got a chance to freshen up, we don’t eat anything here. Views from here are astounding!Ĭoming down from Tanglang La, after some water crossings, we reach Debring camps and have some tea. We spend sometime to grasp the nature, the wind, the cold environment. Well, statistics debate that and say it is doubtful, but who cares? One for the camera as well 🙂ĭriving ahead and gaining altitude, we soon reach to a place which is claimed to be the second highest mountain pass in the world – Tanglang La. Beautiful is it and we keep on clicking through our eyes. Gradually we are gaining height, but not as much that we can soar in the sky…Īnd suddenly, the scene changes.

By design of it, it seems that the previously seen structures were also chortens only, though the wind and rains have taken their toll. The road is Ok and the Sun is playing hide-n-seek…Īnother set of chortens. Within a month or so, they’d start getting abundance of it. There are some strange formations on the other side of the rivulet – multiple chortens or natural act of Wind and Rains? Soon we cross Rumtse and gradually the rivulet is parting ways… of course they’re in abundance in Ladakh… The valley is opening up and soon we cross Lato village…Ĭhortens are all around. The vistas are changing from brown to Black with unique structures… there is more greenery with us and we are quickly passing small hamlets. A rivulet, a tributary to Indus gives us company… Though we have left Indus behind, we’re not without a stream with us. The Indus goes along the road to Tso Moriri and we are not going there.

We cross bridge and leave Indus river behind. The Sun is yet to rise behind the mountains… So we have our morning tea from another shop and hop on the car. Since we are in no mood to freshen up as “Bahar Accha” as advised by the owner of the room, we decide to leave Upshi as early as possible and freshen up wherever we get some decent facility.

Killing the sarai