Back to the river

The nostalgia of a trip up to the river. The strangest feeling coming home but not. Stopped at Pundir out of habit, but felt almost a stranger because I am no longer a prized customer of his. I will not be sending store lists and meeting him every other day. He is not a part of my life any longer. Bad feeling, but strangely I seem to be viewing it all like an outsider, as though this isn’t really me driving up this road, talking to Pundir, buying some token goody, getting in the car, driving through the barrier and it is not I the police man is acknowledging, I don’t seem to exist.

Akshay’s Aaranya, where no one knows or recognises me. Did I really live here for so many years? Is it me who feels I have abandoned here and so would rather not be recognised even? Strange, strange feeling.

It is lovely to be in this camp, lovely to be in the area, I love the river, but this camp…. The site is beautiful… It is not mine.

I miss my camp and the loos and the beautiful showers, I wonder if I will ever stop missing it.

 

That was all written a few months ago, I have since that day merged my expertise with that of Akshay’s to help run his little empire. His company MHE is a vast conglomerate compared to our little OAI. There is a fleet of people doing all sorts of things and I am trying to figure how they get co ordinated, as they willy nilly seem to. Also I have taken over the Himalayan Outward Bound programmes, which are so very much what I loved to do: introduce young people to the ways of nature and a different environment and the possibility to do what you did not imagine.

It is a challenge and fun. The best feeling is I have not lost the river or a camp. It may not be mine own that ran exactly to my specifications and had the magic showers. But this has the potential to have all those things too, so let’s see if I can create for myself and others another spot on the river where magic happens.

The greatest thing is we have so many more trips to offer and so much potential to do all the things that I always dreamt of being able to do.

So a challenge and another adventure begins. Toall my friends who loved sharing the river, come again, the river flows on and the weather is getting rather perfect to be up here.
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Africa tit bits

Travel news from my wandering family. Africa this time, my young sister works at making a better world and travels to interesting parts of it while doing so, here are some tips from her.

 

A lovely little boutique hotel in Cape town that she loved staying in, this is what the hotel says about itself, and she pretty much agreed:

 

“Set in the heart of the urban trend-setting district of Green Point, dysART Boutique Hotel

offers a uniquely tranquil environment with modern facilities designed to ensure your well-being.

 

Myriad restaurants and bars are with-in minutes of our front door, on Main Road and beyond in the renowned Victoria & Alfred Waterfront, the focal point of Cape Town’s day and night life.

 

Nearby is De Waterkant, the “Village” of Cape Town, which is packed with bars, music venues and eclectic eateries. A few minutes by taxi is Long Street, the inner city’s most charming road, full of inter-esting shops and restaurants housed in historic old-Cape architecture.

 

And just up the hill is the winding Kloof Street, with its array of shopping and dining emporia. And the ocean is just a few minutes’ walk, with its promenade and the promise of unforgettable sunsets.”

 

Now she is on the Shuttle bus from Arusha, Tanzania back to Nairobi, she reccommends it as a good way to get there. They have been visiting a bar called the Via Via, inside the natural history museum, apparently the museum after closing time turns into a bar till 12.00 and then a disco, all out in the open. Great barbeque and a lovely vibe. Sounds like fun. Nanki, you certainly are having some.
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The Sea

It’s a smell of fish and sea weed. Low tide, when all the treasures on the shore are revealed. Even in this urban jungle the sea and it’s shore, the sounds and the sky above manage to make a kind of magic that is attracting, soothing, inspiring. Something beautiful that makes one want to celebrate it; write about it, paint it, capture it somehow to pass on while trying to relish the moment. Lying gently on rocking waves or being thrashed by rollers. Exploring the amazing worlds beneath the waves.

Even that lumbering big tanker has grace and a sense of adventure, if you will, it is going sea faring and will see marvels and encounter the unknown before it hits another port.

The call of the sea? Is it changeability, beauty, mystery or is it the attraction of the beaches and palm trees… synonymous with the good life and plenty? Polynesian islands and coconut water, toddy and grass skirts, balmy breezes and no worries? Undefinable but oh so enticing.

I love the sea.

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LADAKH, a drive across high passes


LEH MANALI DRIVE.
GRADE :MODERATELY DEMANDING                                                      

SEASON: JUNE THROUGH SEPTEMBER

This spectacular road through the highest mountains in the world is open for only 3 or 4 months in the year – from mid June through September – crossing the Pir Panjal, the Greater Himalaya and the Zanskar ranges, it reaches a maximum elevation of 5304m. Calling this a road, maybe conferring more than it’s due, that it is a drivable route: a grand testament of human endeavor is the truth. The 476 km journey over four high passes and some of the most awe inspiring terrain in the world starts from Manali, along the green valley of the Beas river, up the steep switchbacks of the Rohtang Pass at 3978m. The Rohtang forms the divide between the verdant Kullu valley and the stark expanse of rock and glacier, in the rain shadow of the Pir Panjal range.

From Rohtang, the road descends to the Chandra River and follows it to Tandi where the Chandra meets the Bhaga River, little villages with groves of poplar, willow, and potato fields irrigated by glacial streams dot the landscape. The road continues past Keylong (district headquarters of Lahaul) and the last town till Leh, 360 kms beyond. Following the Bhaga River through Darcha and past the pastures of Zingzingbar, starts the ascent to the Baralacha Pass (4892m). “The Pass with the crossroads on its summit” – this grand pass straddles the meeting point of gigantic ranges, offering passage down four different routes, along the valleys of the Chandra and Bhaga rivers and into Ladakh and Spiti.
A rough stretch of road descends to the pastures of Sarchu 107 kms from Keylong. Now begin the wide-open spaces, dotted with the amazing textures and colours of craggy mountain faces, the gash of the Tsarap river, with it’s mud sculpted sides. The awesome world of nature’s timelessness dwarfing Man.

Once across the Tsarap river starts the grueling ascent to LachulangLa Pass (5059m), 54 kms from Sarchu. The amazing shapes and colours as you reach the top compensate the hard drive, descend along a little stream to Pang. Beyond Pang, the road crosses the Sumskyal, a deep gash marking the edge of the great Kyangshuthang plains – a massive plateau at an altitude of 4500m. Across the vast expanses of this plain are chances to see the Kyang (Tibetan wild ass), the Nabu (Blue Sheep), lots of marmot, as well as the Pashmina sheep of the Shepherds of Rupshu.
We take an interesting diversion at this point, short of the Tanglangla Pass – at 5325m, the highest point on the highway. 136 kms short of Leh a dirt road east leads to the Tso Kar Lake. We camp at this lake and see the breeding Brahmini ducks, Grebes and Black necked cranes. From Tso Kar we take a little used dirt road past hot springs and meadows where yak herders and goat herds have their summer pastures and taking a circuit north meet the highway in the Indus valley, and onto Leh and the comforts of hotels and hot baths.

(Along the regular route, once across the plain, at Dibring, the road starts climbing across the snowy reaches of the Tanglangla and descends into more inhabited Ladakh, meeting the Indus river at Upshi. Passing the Monastries of Hemis, Thikse and Shey, The road reaches the Bazaar of Leh.)

Leh is located in the Indus river valley at a crossroads of the old trading routes from Kashgar, Tibet, and Kashmir. Its importance as a trading town slowed down with the partition of British India, and ended with the closure of the border in 1962 during the Sino-Indian war. Since the 1999 war with Pakistan, and the consequent development of the Manali-Leh highway, it has become a bustling tourist town, the sights to visit are the Palace and the monasteries, and a wander through the bazaar is essential.

We can do two trips out of Leh: to the Nubra Valley and the Pangong tso lake.

For Nubra we cross the highest motorable pass at Khardungla (elevation 5359 m or 17,582 feet). Khardong La is historically important as it lies on the major caravan route from Leh to Kashgar in Chinese Central Asia. About 10,000 horses and camels used to take the route annually, and a small population of Bactrian camels can still be seen at Hundar, in the area north of the pass. It is an area that has only recently opened to the world. Still only about 45 kms of the valley are accessible. It is a tiny bit of paradise, orchards and wild flowers, the bactrian camels, wide meandering river. A discovery, leading to the highest battleground of the world – the Siachin glacier.

Pangong tso lake: situated at a height of about 4,350 m (14,270 ft). It is 134 km (83 mi) long and extends from India to Tibet. Pangong Tso can be reached in a five-hour drive from Leh, most of it on a rough and dramatic mountain road. The road traverses the Changla pass, where army sentries and a small teahouse greet visitors. The lake is spectacular, we spend the night in a camp on the banks, you get to see breeding Bar-headed geese and Brahmini ducks. If you are lucky enough to be there on a moonlit night and brave enough to weather the cold, there is magic there too, as there is all over these mountains.

Get in touch if you would like to do one of these drives, there are some fixed departures and i can tailor a trip too if you like.

It’s a new season

Hullo all,

I am rather late getting this letter out to everyone. We would like to let you all know that we are not setting up our own camp on the Ganga this year.

It saddens me to not be hosting you in camp anylonger and I miss it and will miss all the old friends.

However, this has left me free, after many years, to have the time to offer you a whole array of wonderfully interesting trips that I hope you will enjoy as much as I do, and almost as much as you enjoyed coming to camp.

I have taken most of this year to travel, almost all over the globe, and have collected amazing experiences and discovered some gems: camper vans through New Zealand, canal boat cruises in England, sailing the Mediterranean on a small yacht with friends ( you can choose to be your own captain, or hire the services of one.). Want a farm in Italy where you can see  wine and cheese being made? Or want to stay in the caves of the Albaicin in Granada? Cycle through the Pyrenees or in Ireland. Stay in the most amazing cave hotel in Turkey.

All that and of course a host of special adventures right here too, that I am culling off my many associates and friends who run the most professional trips in their areas of expertise. Great outdoor people who know how to give you the best, safest, adventure holidays, but rarely know how to reach you!

So do have a look at the Adventure Calendar, remember though not ours, we can still offer you the camp experience with two of our closest associates, there are even a couple of new rafting resorts which all of you, who did not come because of the ‘loos’, might now want to try.

Do please get in touch, I shall look forward to hearing from you and planning great holidays together.

Pavane