The J&KRTC buses were comfortable enough, but it was a bumpy 10 hour ride through the scariest road I've ever been on.
Once out of Srinagar, the road stuck to the banks of the rushing, gushing Sindh river all the way to Sonmarg. Sonmarg is a beautiful stop on this highway. In Summer there are innumerable streams coming down the lush green mountainside. Saw a lot of Gujar nomads with their sheep and cattle and their tent bases set up in the valley.
The Zoji La, the first of many high altitude passes to come was the scariest. At Zoji La, we left the green Sindh valley, and climbed up the the barren slopes of the pass. On the other side, we got down into the Drass valley and the first sight of Ladakh.
Huge rocky craggy mountains and green valleys.
At Drass we got a sight of Tiger Hill, the epicenter of the Kargil war. Kargil is a bustling town. On this journey, we left the land of the Kashmiris. The people of Kargil are from Baltistan, the Baltis.
Once out of Srinagar, the road stuck to the banks of the rushing, gushing Sindh river all the way to Sonmarg. Sonmarg is a beautiful stop on this highway. In Summer there are innumerable streams coming down the lush green mountainside. Saw a lot of Gujar nomads with their sheep and cattle and their tent bases set up in the valley.
The Zoji La, the first of many high altitude passes to come was the scariest. At Zoji La, we left the green Sindh valley, and climbed up the the barren slopes of the pass. On the other side, we got down into the Drass valley and the first sight of Ladakh.
Huge rocky craggy mountains and green valleys.
At Drass we got a sight of Tiger Hill, the epicenter of the Kargil war. Kargil is a bustling town. On this journey, we left the land of the Kashmiris. The people of Kargil are from Baltistan, the Baltis.
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