Travel: Nubra Valley, Ladakh
Nightfall in Nubra
Nestled between tall mountains with pristine blue rivers flowing in its lap, Nubra Valley is home to nature in its purest form. Sheila Kumar heads north of Leh to marvel at the delights the valley has to offer
It is the twilight hour and the gloaming lights up the Nubra Valley in the most ethereal fashion.
We are on the Hunder sand dunes that stretch for miles near Diskit, and the sands feel cool. It has been a long and extreme ride through from Leh town; we have scaled up from Leh’s 11,500 feet above sea level (asl) to 18,300 feet at Khardungla, arguably the world’s highest motorable road, then driven down to the Nubra valley at 10,000 feet asl.
Not unnaturally, we are an exhausted and disoriented lot. The occasional tingling of our fingertips and feet are indications that we are in the high altitudes (and yes, we did our proper acclimatisation in Leh).
And then it happens. A yellow moon rises from between two hills, ascending the dark skies gradually, with no hint of coyness whatever. When fat and fluffy clouds attempt to obscure it, the bulging disc goes into hiding impatiently, shooting out again as soon as it can.
Within minutes, everything about us glows in this almost unnatural moonlight: the craggy Karakoram Range in front of us, a copse of small trees where the two-humped Bactrian camels had been sitting a while ago, the stream now swollen with snowmelt from some far-off peak. It is a marvellous sight, one that suddenly puts new life into us, has our pulse racing.
We sit on the sands and stare, transfixed. We could stay here forever.
Elemental beauty
The roads are often nothing more than mountain tracks, despite the wonderful work the Border Roads Organisation (BRO) does to grade them and keep them working in the face of constant landslips in these parts.
At times, we are carefully manoeuvring our way through layers of shale and stone, with the gorge below us, so far below we cannot see or hear the river.
The iconic BRO milestone messages continue to entertain (Be gentle on my curves), amuse (Peep peep, don’t sleep), mystify (Got brake, got license) us, but there is no getting away from the fact that the landscape is so raw and elemental here, the traveller can well go from being awed and dazed to being intimidated.
Other attractions
As one descends to the floor of the Nubra Valley, one sees donkeys everywhere, intently grazing, frisking with other donkeys and sundry horses, calmly walking the roads, checking out rubbish piles.
All too soon, the 32-metre statue of the Maitreya Buddha loomed, a golden counterpoint to the corduroy hills that hedge the valley. To one side of the massive statue, stands the ancient Diskit monastery, dating back to 1420 AD.
There are steps galore to climb to reach the Sakyamuni, the main deity of this gompa, and at the top, there is a friendly lama who puts away his cellphone to show us around and patiently answer our barrage of questions.
Some 75 km ahead of Diskit lies Panamik, famous for its hot sulphur springs. The water is incredibly hot to the touch and sure enough, there is a group of tourists boiling eggs in the water!
The hot springs are supposed to contain curative powers, so there is a bathing pool for those wishful of ‘taking the cure’.
At Sumur is the Samstanling gompa, famous for its mural of dancing skeletons.
A ride on a double-humped Bactrian camel is a must for those visiting the Nubra and with trepidation, I climb onto Marco Polo.
Like all camel rides, it is not exactly comfortable, but Marco P behaves himself and thankfully, the ride is over soon and I can go back to sitting on the cool sand dunes and absorbing all I see around me.
And then, there is that moon. A moon of undefined yearnings, of unspelt longing, a moon of much amazement and delight.
Ultimately, it is that Nubra moon that will stay with me, long after Ladakh has become a fat album of beautiful memories.
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All photos by Sheila Kumar and subject to copyright.
This ran in DECCAN HERALD of 16 Feb 2014.
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