Day 3 (12th June 2017) Khoksar To Baralacha:
We had breakfast and click some pictures at the camp (surroundings were beautiful with clear weather). Before leaving at around 10:30 AM, we received a warm good bye and lots of best wishes from the camp owners. We planned our next stop to be pang but our destiny wanted something else.
We stopped at Jispa had lunch and continued our journey towards Pang. We crossed zing zing bar at around 6 PM and reached at a water crossing (before baralacha) at around 6:30 PM. Water flow was high and hence Indian Army was building a temporary bridge for the vehicles. There was huge traffic of cars and trucks as Army had blocked the way so that they won’t face any problems while building the bridge.
We were left with only two options
1: Return to zing zing bar and wait for bridge to get complete, Or
2: Cross the water (Knee High) and continue our journey.
After lots of arguments and discussions, three of four riders (two main riders and two pillions) agreed upon the second option.
I borrowed Gum Boots from a biker there and helped my friend cross the water body on his RE thunderbird 500 and then I crossed on my bike (hero splendor) mean while the person from whom I borrowed the gum boots approached us and requested to help him cross his TVS Jupitor, we did that as well. We were all wet and time was approx. 7:30 PM, now we didn’t even had the other option with us because it took us approx. 40 minutes to cross that water body with our luggage and bikes.
My friend Krishna along with his pillion went very far from us and our splendor was giving problems while climbing baralacha. At around 8 PM we were able to ride up to the top and instead getting relieved I got even more worried now as the temperature was dipping down to negative, roads were full of black ice and chilled air was making the situation even more worst. It was complete dark and we could not see any light or any person around us, it was only two of us. We also felt some problems in breathing. I was getting thought what if something happens to us or bike, where will we go? What will we do? The experience was so horrifying.
I was looking for some shelter where we can spend our night or someone who could help us reach some safe place. After few minutes, we saw a car approaching us initially I felt somewhat relieved to see someone in that secluded place however car came straight towards us and stopped in front of us leaving no space to cross. Inside the car were 5 males and looking at them my heart started beating even more fast. Person on the driver seat opened his window and called me I was too horrified but dint had any other option, I pushed my bike near him and whatever he said, gave us big relief in two ways
1st : They are good people and won’t harm us
2nd : There’s a place ahead where we can spend our night safely.
He said “Bhai aage jo bhi pehla restaurant mile waha ruk jaiyye, aagge mat na jaiyye”.
I started riding my bike at the speed of 50-60 km/h not worrying about black is or anything else I just had one thing in my mind “I have to reach that place anyhow and as soon as possible”. After few kilometers I found my fellow rider waiting for us (He slipped twice on the black ice and got his career broken) we continued from there and after few more kilometers we found a tent like shop (Bharatpur tent colony).
The only thing we asked from the guy there “is the beds available?” the moment he said yes, we immediately got down from the bike and ran inside. My wife fell on the bed and started shivering it was like she is on the first stage of hypothermia. We (me and fellow female rider) rubbed her feet and hands for almost 20 minutes and the guy there brought a stove near her. After around 30 minutes she got conscious and we changed our clothes and had some food and tea. At the night when we were sleeping we could feel the air coming in from the stone wall or the boundary of the tent.