Lehu We set out to - the twelfth day
day started horribly: D We had to get up at 5 30 (Polish time with ... 2 00). From early morning we had a small circuit with the owner of the boat. Apparently nothing, because under our nieobecnasc (trekking) perished Mariusz shoes, which already zgosilismy the previous day. Son of the owner casually claimed that we it could u \\ u pick him in Delhi for two weeks, before returning to the Polish. It seemed to him not to reach it from then on we pass a little, because we will buy new brass. The only thing that Marie had to change it for the ankle boots, winter - just in time for climbing, but little practical for 40 gradual heat. But surely what we mean - he asked with surprise the owner?? Fortunately, a small disturbance at 6 am in the house + owner here is a fear that other residents can hear it resulted in something. Shoes like grown out of the ground and find themselves:) And one theory as to their owner's absence she said, with someone walking down the city and with them founded in August will find a (!) But this is only the beginning of the attractions of the 12th Immediately after the "sandal scandal" turned out with our "beloved" manager: D forgot (?), with had to pay for our trip to Lehu - Agreement with the earlier negotiations. As it turned out not only that but I forgot and a reservation for us on the bus ... bietow After arriving at the bus station turned out that there is no place for us on the bus. The driver suggested to us that we can take advantage of the places in the "first class" - that sit next to him at the front of the other 7 - 9 persons. Well he has not offered us seats on the roof, and so I saw people riding. Without going into details, "coach affair" (unless we have more scandals within 2 h than a month in Poland - no good, no;) lasted near an hour. Passengers were coming, and indeed a place for us was not. Not wanting to leave them longer in Srinagar had to agree to the trip in the cab. Now is the moment when, "at the same time loves and hates this place." At the front sat no longer than 15/20 minutes. In the moments after when the bus went, were the two people who swapped places with us. We sat at the very end whether the bus hmmmm We exchanged an ax on the stick ... rides a bus in India is absolutely no resemblance to what we know of the Polish realities. We drove by bus deluxe. We are curious to see what comes to mind when you read "deluxe". Probably what came to mind - wypasisty modern, air-conditioned bus with TV and other bajerami. Well, no. Truly speaking the worst Polish bus, what I saw during the last few years he was a great improvement from the local high standard deluxe. However, given the warunkich in which the buses run and the way drivers license - no dziwic.Zajelismy August so comfortable (?) Of a bus driving down the next ... really began to drive full of unforgettable impressions. As soon as we left the city landscape was becoming increasingly more mountainous, while the bus began to climb the winding roads. The route, along which we are open only a few months during the year and is in constant renovation. Because the road runs completely through the mountains, so as you could guess it is difficult to keep it in good order (ie, Indian okay ;-). From time to time on the road occurred in August or fragments of rocks very slightly passable. Of course, there was no mention of any safety rails, and in spite of roadway is located on the edge of the slopes of mountains, and on average every several hundred meters is a very sharp turn (angle> 90 degrees). In addition, the same width of the road is controversial, because as the European conditions would be suitable for at best a one-way traffic. Meanwhile, here, and despite the small fragment was a one-way, the movement was taking place in both directions. Amazing gymnastics car accompanied the situations when two buses met, be a bus and truck. Typically, one of the vehicles was becoming, while the second balancing on the edge of an abyss, tried to bypass the first. Although there have before the overtaking, the driver usually disperse both drove carelessly disregarding to do with the speed, which far exceeded all safety standards for this type of road. Often it appeared that only the driver's corner is noted on each other, with a huge shriek blew on it and restrained with all my strength, so that stood several feet apart. Later, they argued for several minutes, anyone who has to give way and only after that, set about overtaking maneuver. On Indian roads, there is the principle that "the bigger the vehicle, the more rights he alleges in the way", so the meeting two large vehicles often led to the huge konfliktow.Pedzac as the speed of these conditions, podskakiwalismy at moments (which was especially painful for Camilla's due The residue after driving off the hill yesterday), stomachs to break over the top feet, while the heart of every moment to come up the throat, we entered into another sharp turn and the driver did not even deign to pull back. In addition, the dust was getting the bus every gap preventing us from breathing. Number of impressions, which provided us ride, you can probably compare the increments for the breakneck ride bungee.Osloda were amazing views, which we could admire (though in these conditions it was not easy) through the window. Kamila excited raged with its changing camera photographing the scenery. Late afternoon we arrived in the village of Kargil, where he stayed for the night. Due to the route Mountford, buses do not travel at night. Here we also parted ways with George, an Englishman with whom I walked on the mountains, because he preferred the cheapest naocleg one possible, and we zwazwyszy the Indian standards, we preferred to pay a bit more. We at least we had a bed, even two, George had to settle for "wake to sleep." Immediately after finding accommodation we left the city. We have a gift for attracting positive people to yourself. On our way appeared on the local Hindus. At first we thought that wants to sell us something, and already kombinowalismy how to get rid of it when the word to word it turned out the works in Delhi and Holiday came to the family home. Our interest just out of pure courtesy in relation to foreigners. Showed me around us in all corners of Kargil, telling his stories and life of local residents. We spent together a whole evening, and finally escorted us to the hotel, where before the farewell exchanged addresses and promised myself to stay in touch. It is amazing in this country that people can approach you on the street, in order to welcome you in India, to ask how do you like, to offer assistance. Oh cool here.
In Kargil also met Australian (mother and daughter), which met in bus driving by to Srinagar. It turned out that also eat the Lehu. What a small world ...
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