Leh in Ladakh to Ulley

Leh Centre

I learnt today that Leh is not in Kashmir but in the region of Ladakh. I thought that Kashmir encompasses the whole area, but Ladakh is in itself a separate region to Kashmir. All the post where I’ve mentioned Leh being in Kashmir, I lied, it’s not!

Today we left for the Snow Leopard Lodge, a car journey of around two and a half hours. The roads up the valley are well maintained as the military have a massive presence here, because of the Chinese and Pakistani borders. After an hour or so we stopped to photograph the confluence of the Indus and Zanskar Rivers. Both rivers were frozen solid and like little children we edged our way out onto the ice. I still feel a sense of childish excitement, even at 57 years old, when playing around in snow and on ice, especially where there’s a hint of danger.

Frozen River

Fun over, then a short drive for a tea break. The second half of the journey was somewhat different. The road became a track and it hair-pinned its way up the steep valley, edging its way slowly up above the snow line….suddenly in front was the Snow Leopard Lodge a modern building perched on the edge of an old village. Is it in keeping with the countryside around, I’m still undecided.

The Snow Leopard Lodge

I temporarily have a room to myself as the couple who’s room it is aren’t arriving until tomorrow, then I’m sharing a room with Tim, a veteran of many climbs and Himalayan treks. The Lodge is extremely luxurious for this area. Only recently built to replace what was once the domain of the hardy trekker and camper. Now, I’m led to believe that the Lodge is fully booked for the next two years. The question I ask myself is ‘would I be here if I had had to trek in and camp’. Not sure I can answer that. I don’t mind camping and all that it entails, but coming back to a proper bed, warm room and hot meal is hard to beat after a day out in temperatures of -10 to -15!…the jury is out!

The rest of the afternoon was spent on a natural viewing platform just above the lodge. We saw Ibex and a Golden Eagle on a kill, but no Snow Leopards, patience, Charles, patience.

View from the Lodge as the Sun Goes Down

The lodges bedrooms are very adequate, beds with two very thick duvets and in my case an electric wall heater, the problem, I was told, with the electric is that there are power cuts every night from about 11pm to 6am and therefore the rooms can get very cold. The power went off as predicted, but it was far from cold, in fact I had to take off one of the duvets. I find as I get older that I’d rather not share a bathroom, it’s nearly as bad as sharing a tent. But here I have no choice and the facilities at first acquaintance appear very good, a western style toilet, a wash basin and a shower head attached, what appears to be randomly on the wall. There are three buckets of water in the bathroom, two hot, one cold…curious. On further inspection it all becomes clear. The sink has no plug and there’s no bowl, just a jug. You turn the taps on and no water comes out, you flush the toilet and nothing happens and surprise, surprise no water comes out of the shower. Suddenly I realise why there are three buckets of water along with the jugs. No running water. To be honest I wasn’t surprised when the temperature doesn’t reach above -5 degrees and can be as low as -25. at those temperatures water is difficult to keep as a liquid. Having said all of that, it’s a fantastic place that far exceeds my expectations. I will add that all the taps and toilets do work properly in summer, when the temperatures are a little warmer.

Panorama of the View from the Viewing Gallary near the Lodge

Meeting Up

Today is a day of leisure and getting to know the group. I’m never overly confident in these social situations. Small talk has never been my forte and I find meeting new people exhausting and often full of awkward silences. Today the whole group will all be together for the first time at lunch, let’s see how it goes.

I have to say, the food at the hotel is wonderful and lunch went well. The most positive thing to come out was that 9 out of the 12 people here are repeat customers of Natural Exposures. And I have to say Tanya, Dan’s wife, is an excellent host. We also met Dan, the professional photographer, in the group. I’ve not yet had a chance to speak to him, but hopefully his advice will be useful when we get to shooting the wildlife.

Gambling in the Park

A new day and the morning is at leisure. The afternoon, though, was one to fill all your senses. Firstly we drove through New Delhi, built by the British Raja in the early 20th Century and then onto Old Delhi, to the second largest mosque, Jama Masjid, in India. A sense of history and sense of devotion.

After the mosque it was a sense of wonder and terror as we made our way through the streets of Old Delhi on a rickshaw. Unlike Nepal, where to this day I’m not sure which side of the road they drive on, here, they know which side they should be, but ignore all road protocol and rules. The sense of wonder is you wonder why there are so few accidents and a sense of terror as the oncoming traffic appears to be on your side of the road…but somehow it works! The mosque I’d been to before with my Mother about 11 or 12 years ago and it hadn’t changed at all. Filled with tourists, such as ourselves, and devotees in equal numbers. A place to reflect no matter what your beliefs.

Cleansing

Our next stop was the spice market in Old Delhi. The smells and the colours tickled your senses, well tickled your throat, anyway, as the strong smell and fine dust of the spices were inhaled and stuck in your throat. The coughing was universal, even the locals.

Spice

I do love these local markets, always colourful and full of characters that are loud and flamboyant. We then tackled the rickshaw ride back to the bus, even more scary as we took the main roads back. The big four way or five way junctions that were in theory controlled by traffic lights, were a place that you closed your eyes as the rickshaw driver pedalled like mad to weave in and out of the traffic that came at you in all directions…somehow we made it unscathed!

Tomorrow we fly to Leh, in Kashmir, to acclimatise for a couple of days before we drive up to the Snow Leopard Lodge.

Sunset over Leh

Spot the Leopard

Sat in terminal 5 at Heathrow. A beginning is always exciting, but tinged, as always, on these trips with the sadness at leaving Carolynn. I’m sat in one of the airport lounges ‘people watching’! Last time I was sat in an airport lounge was in Doha, literally in the middle of the night. People were sprawled over the seats trying to get comfortable to get much needed sleep and like me looked transient! Here though, everyone is alert, either in couples or on their own. It’s still spookily quiet. A few of the couples talk quietly between themselves, but most are engrossed on their mobile phones or laptops…as am I!

This ‘traveling trip’ is slightly different from my usual ones. This time I’m shooting the elusive and rare Snow Leopard…(pregnant pause)…with a camera. This time instead of walking and taking photographs, I’m taking photographs and any walking is incidental. I’m not exactly known for my patience, I don’t mean temper wise, but having the patience to sit quietly still and wait for hours on end to see these elusive and beautiful creatures.We’ll see.

Most importantly I’m heading back to the Himalaya, a range of mountains that keep drawing me in. This time, though I’m traveling to the Western end of the range. A place a couple of hours drive, further up the Ulley Valley from Leh in Kashmir. A cold desert, with temperatures, at present of between -15 to -25 degrees! A little chilly, but a dry cold, which is far nicer to endure than the wet, cold winds of the Cairngorms! Why go in the middle of winter? Well, Mark, who I’m meeting there, researched Snow Leopards habits and apparently they descend to around the 4,000 metre level in winter to escape the worst of the weather and most importantly to follow the four legged food they are so fond of…Ibex and Blue Sheep (which are neither blue, nor look like sheep)! The upside is that our maximum altitude should only be 4,000 metres, the down side, it’s bloody cold…I hope my equipment is up to it!

The trip is organised by an American Company called Natural Exposures, Mark and I are the only Brits, the rest I believe are American. I think there are about 16 of us, so being sociable springs to mind, as most of you know, often an issue for me and I’m sharing a room at the Snow Leopard Lodge with a stranger as Mark paid the single room supplement, which I decided against. Anyway, the trip starts with a full day in Delhi then onto Leh to acclimatise at 3,500 metres, then onto our final destination in the Ulley Valley at about 4,000 metres. Dan the organiser is a professional photographer and I’m very much looking forward to listening and learning, but most of all to shoot those Snow Leopards!!!

Getting Closer

A Place to Rest

We set off down the M5 knowing that we’d only be traveling down this road another couple of times. For the last two or three trips we’ll be taking another route to the south-west coast as we move closer to the end. They say familiarity breeds contempt. It’s a road that has led me to some of the most enjoyable days I’ve spent with Carolynn, Andrew and Caroline. So, although the M5 is long and sometimes torturous, it has taken me to a part of the UK that has given me many hours of pleasure with excellent company. It’ll be with a little sadness that I will be saying goodbye to this road that leads to one place only.

The title says it all… we’re getting close, the end is nearly in sight. The thought throws up mixed emotions. What an achievement, but with a tinge of sadness knowing that we probably won’t return to see the quaint fishing villages, and the wondrous, wild Atlantic coast, for many years. Before I start reminiscing, we need to finish and the first day brought a bitter blow. Carolynn had been suffering from a wheezy cough for a couple of weeks and this caused some serious breathing problems within the first few hundred metres. I hadn’t seen her struggling like this since we lived in Grimsby, some thirty odd years ago. Asthma can be extremely debilitating and proved to be so on this trip. It’s not something that either of us have taken into consideration for years and came as a bit of a shock. Carolynn struggled through the first short day but didn’t risk causing any more breathing problems and took no further part on this section of the walk. In the three years we’ve been going down to walk the South West Coast Path, we’ve had very little in the way of injuries. Andrew has suffered the odd blister, I had a problem with plantar fasciitis, Caroline has been injury free and so had Carolynn up to this point. Carolynn and I will return to complete the small section that she missed at a later date, hopefully. I know Carolynn won’t worry if she doesn’t return to complete this section, as she’s always said that it’s a team effort and most of all it’s about the enjoyment and company.

Day 59 – Anstey’s Cove to The Beacon

This section of the Coast Path meanders its way through urban areas, but surprises us with some secluded bays and headlands. I have to say it’s not the most interesting section of the walk, but like many urban areas, it has its own sense of beauty and we all see that in our own way. Torquay soon becomes a footnote and the path becomes the rollercoaster ride that we have come to expect, maybe just a little gentler, and we finish the day at a small insignificant car park glad that a day where Carolynn struggled so, was over.

Day 60 The Beacon to Starcross (Maps don’t match text, but still show the route)

Today we’re walking without Carolynn. It was Carolynn that first hinted at wanting to walk the South West Coast Path just over three years ago whilst we were taking a busman’s break in Devon and I find the next three days a little emptier without her company. Today’s route is easy walking, playing hide and seek with the coastal railway. The railway is still being repaired after the storms of the previous year and this means a couple of small diversions as we amble our way along the sea wall to Dawlish and its famous black swans.

Our day finishes at the ferry across the river Exe, a ferry that doesn’t run in the winter months, so even though we can see our AirBnb just a couple of hundred metres away, we have a long drive up through Exeter and then down the other side of the river Exe to Exmouth and our abode for the weekend. The walk was probably the least interesting of the SWCP so far, walking by a busy railway, which most of the time obscured any view there might be of Exmouth. Not a section I could savour and I believe a section best forgotten!

Day 61 – Starcross to Sidmouth

Kate and Merlot joined us today, always great to have them along. The day started as we finished the previous day, walking along the sea walls, but this time the other side of the Exe Estuary. The path then rises and steeply descends into Budleigh Salterton and its beautiful pebbled sea front and even more importantly, its more beautiful café! Budleigh is a wonderful village: not as picturesque as many of the Cornish and Devon villages and it doesn’t have a golden sandy beach meaning the tourists are not so numerous and therefore, it is left to the locals and those of us that wander through on the Coastal Path to admire the multi-coloured pebbled beach and red sandstone cliffs and sea stacks.

From Budleigh the path reverts back to type i.e. taking us a couple of kilometres inland only to bring us back just metres from where we turned inland, some excuse of there being a river in the way, but more importantly the path once again became the rolling ups and downs we’d come to love! Our last down was into Sidmouth and a well-earned coffee and taxi ride back to the AirBnb, Carolynn being the driver. Not sure whether you’ve noticed but we always used to finish with a pint and cream scone… it must be age as even Andrew now seems to prefer a pint of orange and maybe a cream scone.

Day 62 – Sidmouth to Branscombe

The path today definitely returned to type with its many steep, stepped descents and ascents. I don’t know whether the steps make the constant ups and downs easier or not, but they are often irregular in width and height, which means that you struggle to get a rhythm going and the lactic acid in your thighs soon begins to burn. I was going to say that this section of the walk was like many others, rolling coastline with hidden bays and pebbled beaches, but that makes it sound as if familiarity has bred contempt and that’s not true. I still get great enjoyment from this landscape that the sea over the centuries has moulded into such wonderful headlands and coves. It’s just hard to find different ways of expressing its beauty. Maybe I’m just a little melancholy and out of sorts as my constant companion is not there to share it with me!