16 Sep How far Would You Go To Reach Nowhere
Among the many experiences life presents, a few become anchors. These anchors, whether interactions, places, or events, linger vividly in our memories. Let me share one such incident—a captivating moment during an exhilarating escapade—that left an indelible mark on me.
In one of the rides in Ladakh, we reached Terith village in the Nubra Valley which is in the embrace of the Great Himalayas. We had reached there before the scheduled ETA, and found ourselves blessed with a rare gift of time. Cut off from the modern world, with no internet or mobile signals to distract us, we decided to seize this opportunity and venture further along the road, hoping it would lead us somewhere extraordinary, and then turn back and return to our camp in time for dinner, and much needed sleep. As city-dwellers, we’re adept at optimizing time, however, in an unknown territory our city-savviness is often put to test.
That night would be moonless, and a bit windy too, therefore the locals advised to us to stay put. They whispered that the camels had been restless all day and hadn’t ventured far to graze, which was apparently a sign. They said that we all should be prepared. “Be prepared for what?” I enquired. The owner of the camp, who until then was busy with preparations for the evening, intervened, “For dinner! What else?” We all laughed. I thought I got the joke, however later I got to know it was a warning.
Undeterred by the locals’ advice, our intrepid group of six continued our expedition, meandering through captivating desert landscapes and catching sight of playful marmots, curiously propping on their hinds, perhaps wondering about our chutzpah. We rode through some scenic desert landscapes. We rode against the wind which seemed to have picked up a little. A couple of stray jeeps sped past us back to the camp, and it made me wonder “What’s the rush for?”.
About forty minutes into the ride, we realized why the camels were uneasy earlier that day. From behind the big mountain, a dust storm was rising. The winds howled and daylight went dimmer, alerting us to the gravity of the situation. Hastily, we turned back, capturing a few snapshots to memorialise the untamed beauty of the moment away from the safety of our camp.
Amidst the scramble to escape the tempest’s fury, one of our companions found himself engulfed in the thick of the swirling dust. Forced to seek refuge, he managed to snap a remarkable picture of his bike standing defiantly amidst the storm’s chaos. A rare image of Royal Enfield’s Desert Storm in the Dust Storm.
Darkness had descended when we returned to the camp. The owner greeted us with an amused smile, playfully asking, “Were you prepared for the adventure? How far are you willing to go to explore?” We mumbled weak responses, and he continued, “You city people! How far would you go to reach nowhere?”
That night, sleep eluded me. In the profound darkness, I looked up at the vast expanse of the night sky, adorned with shimmering stars. The temptation to reach out and touch those distant celestial bodies was overpowering, but a sense of reverence prevailed, and I resisted the impulse, savouring the moment. Would you believe me if I told you I could have picked a few twinkles out of the skies if I had stretched my hand a bit? I had learned earlier that day, “Just because you can, doesn’t mean you should.”
This captivating escapade amid Ladakh’s untamed beauty prompted me to ponder the delicate interplay between adventure and unpredictability. It reminded me that life’s most profound lessons often emerge from the unlikeliest of journeys. As I reflect on this unforgettable experience, I cherish the newfound wisdom that embraces the essence of both the thrilling and the unpredictable.
Fuelled by a sudden inspiration to capture the storm’s essence, I hastily snapped a panoramic photo with my trusty Samsung S5 mobile phone. The image immortalised the rising tempest, forever etched in my memories as a testament to the unpredictability of life’s journey.
The cover photo was taken by Akarsh Pal (I Am Adventure), and the Enfield caught in the dust storm photo was taken by Renjith Nair.
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