I had never known North Pullu to be like this : The entire landscape was shrouded in a pall of white and a deathly silence prevailed. Maybe the army wouldn’t have let me ago if only they had seen me. The gentleman giving me the ride stopped for a breather, after all even the snowfall Gods had decided to take a break to gather the energy for a renewed battle.
You can read Part 1 of this journey here : From Diskit to North Pullu.
The Dalai Lama smiled from the dashboard picture and perhaps it was faith alone that kept us going. We had developed a camaraderie, I sang an old hindi classic; he invited me home next time I was in Nubra Valley.
I felt like an action hero, escaping from the clutches of a potentially dangerous situation. Only that instead of missiles or nuclear bombs, it was the small matter of a snowstorm!
As we climbed higher towards South Pullu, the flakes began hurtling down faster and with a furiously blowing wind meant double trouble. Visibility had reduced to zero and perhaps it was only faith that kept us going.
We were stuck in the car for a good period of two hours. It was a lesson in waiting for a restless soul like me. At one point of time, the car door on my side would not open because the space had been blocked by a snow wall.
It was so cold, the pen ink had begun to freeze. I was already hungry and was dreaming of wolfing down some tasty food in Leh, after the rigours of Nubra Valley.
This trip was a part of my epic year that was 2015 : Travel memories of 2015
The gentleman met up with his old friend as we reached Leh and together they took me to a lovely meal of authentic Ladakhi & Tibetan delicacies to a place which I might never have known otherwise.
I left for Hanu Yongma after normal life was resumed in Leh, it was later communicated to me that Khardung La did indeed close down for a day after this snowstorm.
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