Ladakh 2014 – Phalung Shumo


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PHASE 2 (Phalung Shumo)

Going easy for a couple of days at a lower altitude, when you’ve exerted at high altitudes for a while, can do a world of good for one’s mind and body. No wonder folks spend close to two months climbing Everest, which involves shuttles between the base camp and higher camps. Of course it would be unfair to compare my little adventure to an Everest Expedition, but the idea was to just present a thought; a thought that after 6 days spent between Leh and Kang Yatse on some treacherous trail with a heavy pack, I was extremely sore. But a couple of days rest in Leh and some good food truly refreshed me. I went around town on 13th talking to agencies about transportation to Korzok for the next phase of my trip. I left my number with a couple of them and took their numbers too. After lunch I went to Chospa, a general store in Leh, to replenish my rations; more of the horrible noodles, soup and same old, same old. I went for different brands for a change. Tang and some chocolates were definitely part of the pack. I also decided to pick some plums and apricots, since I found fruits to be a lot more palatable than anything else. I am just a terrible eater at high altitudes. Most of 13th was spent in the market place, where I would go to pick stuff that was either missing or insufficient, and in the guest house where I would come during the day for an hour or two to relax and


respond to mails from friends, especially Tomek, who was to arrive at Leh on the 25th and had a bunch of inquiries which needed my attention. I also found time to have a steak for lunch at Korean House and say hi to my new friend Pops. In the evening I had a brief chat with John about Kang Yatse and also discussed strategy for the next phase of my trip before I went to sleep.

14 Aug 14

I woke up quite late. It was 8 in the AM if I remember correctly. By 9 I was out on my way to grab a bite. That’s when I received a call from an unknown number. On the other end was a chirpy, sweet voice speaking in an oriental accent, asking me if I was going to Korzok, near Tso Moriri. I was able to guess straightaway that one of the agency guys must have given out my number. The inquiry was a pleasant start to my day. Since I was excited about getting out of Leh as soon as possible, I decided to skip breakfast and just picked a doughnut which I hogged on my way to the office the agency that the girl was calling from. I asked the girl about the name and location of the agency she was calling from, and then headed straight for the office which was on the road that leads to Changspa, a part of Leh which probably has the most restaurants and guest houses. I reached the place, which was managed by a Kashmiri, called Manoj, in less than 10 minutes and there they were, a guy, probably in his early twenties in the company of 3 pretty girls. Some guys just have everything going FOR them. Anyways, as it turned out, the guy and two of the girls, including the one who I had just spoken with a few minutes ago were Koreans who were on a sightseeing trip to Ladakh. The third girl was from Kerala, possibly Muslim and had just met with the other three, moments before I walked into the office.

The group, especially the Koreans were a lively bunch and they were quite inquisitive too. They seemed quite intrigued by my solo adventure and had so many questions about it but I did my best to downplay the whole thing. I asked them a few questions about Korea and Seoul, their hometown, before I decided to make a move. They were all in their twenties, just out of college perhaps. The bunch were just looking to bring down the cost of travel to Korzok and me going with them was helping them in a way. One of the girls asked me to join the group for breakfast. I politely refused citing the big doughnut, that I had before meeting them, as the reason. We all agreed to meet at the agency at 7 the following morning. I was set to leave for Korzok on the 15th in any case. If none of the cab agencies had contacted me, I would have gone with Gyatso in his mini van. Of course it would have cost me quite a bit, but I was there to climb; so no point in cringing over cost. But the Korean connection was beneficial for me too I suppose. On that note, I walked out of Manoj’s office and rushed to my room to do a final check on my stuff, so that I could get things from the market, if in case I was missing something. I was pretty much sorted out. But I thought a trip to the market, after lunch, would do me no harm. I went to Chospa, a general store in the main market and picked some nuts and tuna. In the evening, I had a chat with John, who advised me to try a peak called Sara Shuvo.


He told me that he had never climbed the peak but had seen it on his way to the Mentok peaks. He gave me a general orientation of the area that the peak was in. I told John that I would definitely check out the area and if possible attempt an ascent. After the chat with John, I packed up my sack and tried to get some rest because the drive to Korzok was long, arduous and exhausting.

15 Aug 14

I woke up by 5 and was ready by 6:30. John had woken up a little early to see me off. Since I was departing quite early, I couldn’t eat breakfast because none of the restaurants were open. Manoj was at my guest house with his MUV and driver by 7. We were to drop Manoj at his office and pick up the Koreans and the girl from Kerala from there. I said goodbye to John and thanked him for his services before driving off with Manoj. We were at his office in a couple of minutes; the group was waiting while we arrived. Manoj and the driver helped load up their luggage on the roof. They were carrying a lot of stuff for a bunch who were going to Korzok only for a night. I took the seat in the front, the three young ladies were in the middle row whereas the guy chose the rear bench, so he could stretch himself during the drive. He was good at it. He actually managed to sleep well for most of the journey. Anyways, we were on our way by 0715. The girl from Kerala (I think her name was Asmina – I looked at the Innerline permit which had all our names) wanted to stop in the market to get some cash, which worked out well for me too. One of the two Korean girls had an upset stomach and the other girl wanted to have some tea. So we stopped at Choglamser which was to everybodys benefit. The driver, Sonam and I had breakfast at a restaurant, where as the three girls got their tea, medicine etc. I think the guy just kept sleeping in the back of the MUV. Anyways, after breakfast, I got a kit kat for everyone. Since Sonam was reluctant to take the chocolate, I had to shove it in his hand. Over the next few hours, Sonam and I became good friends. We were soon on our way and I assumed we would stop at Chumathang for lunch and may be at 2 or 3 checkposts. Since Sonam was playing some Ladakhi music, which was fine for a while, but it was beginning to get to me after a while. So I paired my N8 with the system on Sonams car and we were good; Coldplay, A R Rehman, Lata Mangeshkar etc and it was much better. At least Asmina and Sonam seemed to like some of the music that I was playing; cant say the same for the 3 koreans. We did seem to have a semblance of a conversation once in a while; but I am terrible at dialogues or conversations.

Since the BRO was working on widening the roads, most of the route was ruined and we were even held up at a small bridge crossing for about 15 minutes. This was a blessing in disguise, because Incidentally, our left rear tyre was flat. The 15 minute hold up afforded us useful time to change the tyre. We arrived at Chumathang by noon. Apparently the Koreans, and Asmina too, had not done their homework and were probably only keen to get to Korzok. Only when I told them that there was a hot spring in the vicinity of Chumathang near the river bank did they get out of the vehicle. Even then I had to describe the hot spring for a few minutes before they even started walking to the river bank. For some reason the girls decided not to go together, so I was tasked with the job of showing them the way to the spring one by one. I would basically walk them to a spot from where I could show them the way to the springs. The guy finally woke from his slumber and needed a place to relieve himself. Yes I had to give him directions to a spot around the corner too. Apparently, “this is India, go anywhere you like” didn’t make sense to him. Anyways, after my guiding and navigation skills were tested, I went to a small restaurant for lunch. Sonam was there too and I sat next to him. He was almost done when I got there. By the time my lunch was served, the group joined me at the restaurant too. The Koreans ordered some noodles and coke, whereas Asmina had Rice with Dal. Somehow, lunch was about how impressed the Koreans were by my solo effort. With that background, I felt obliged to pay for their lunch as well. By 1 we were on our way to Korzok via Mahe bridge. The route between Chumathang and Mahe was fine. I was mostly busy shuffling tracks on my phone which was being relayed to Sonams system. I cant say for sure if the Koreans were too thrilled about the choice of music, although I mostly found them sleeping. At Mahe, Sonam and I had to report at a checkpost and had the innerline permits checked. By the time we got back, the Koreans had turned on their own little discotheque. The girls were playing tracks off their mobile device. Well, we were the hosts, so it made sense to play along. Asmina, pretended like she liked the music. May be she really did like it. Sonam and I literally had no opinion. He was our driver and had no say in our choice of music and I was trying to be the accommodating host. Yes! Host because they were in my country.  Anyways, it wasn’t too bad but it was annoying that the girls were sleeping with that Korean music still on. One of the girls, who earlier gave her name as Sue, had a peculiar way of sleeping in a car; her long locks running from the back of her head to over and covering her face. I just couldn’t resist sneaking a picture while she was unaware. In about an hour we reached a small lake called Tazang Tso. Sonam and I began discussing my possible alternatives in case Sara Shuvo wasn’t feasible; always good to have alternatives. The girl from Kerala took a walk to the lake with one of the Korean girls to get some pictures. She had professional looking camera. The other girl, Sue, lay down on the tarmac in the midst of the barren desert. The guy came out of the vehicle too and lay on the road next to our vehicle. Kids! They do the darnedest things.


Anyways, after about 15 minutes at the lake, we resumed the last leg of our drive to Korzok. We had to halt at a checkpost 10 minutes short of the village. By 4 we reached the village. Sonam led the group to a guest house close to the jeep stand, while I got busy trying to spot a camp site for the next couple of days. I didn’t want to be too close to the village, so I hiked for about 15 minutes out of the village to a bridge, more like a culvert, where I found a spot, far away from the crowds. It was the perfect spot, because the stream was very near my camp site, the village was just 15 minutes away and it was quite close to the trail leading to the mountains. It took me about 15 minutes to pitch my tent and settle down. While I was putting my stuff inside the tent, I heard somebody honking the horn. I was pleasantly surprised to find Sonam and Asmina behind me in the MUV. Apparently they had been looking for me for a while. They asked me to join them for a short drive to the nearby villages and view points. I am not much of a sight seer, but It would have been rude to say no to them; considering they had been looking for me in order to join them. I inquired about the Koreans, and Asmina had no clue. Sonam said that him and Asmina looked for them in the village for a while, but then decided to get going before it got dark. I got my head gear and a warm layer and hopped into the vehicle. I took them to a view point I knew of which offered great views of the lake in the front, Chumser in the backdrop and the Mentok range behind us. Asmina got snapping with her camera while Sonam and I just hung around talking about stuff. The girl told me that she wanted to meet some of the local people but I didn’t think Sonam was too thrilled about the idea since it would take some time. I think that’s the reason she asked me instead of Sonam. Not wanting to disappoint her; I used my boyish charm (just joking) and subtle persuasive skills to convince Sonam to go to one of the villages in the vicinity. As it turned out, this village was just a couple of hours from the foot of Sara Shuva; so the little excursion turned out to be beneficial for me too.

Sara Shuvo didn’t look too challenging at all; in fact it looked too plain. Of course, relatively easy was something that I was looking for but what is an adventure without challenges. While Asmina was bonding with some of the locals at the village, I spoke with a shepherd who gave me the names of the peaks in the vicinity. Its been a while since I returned, but I think his name was Namgial. Fortunately the whole range was visible from the village. By now I had ruled out Sara Shuvo, but there was an interesting looking peak to the left of Sara Shuvo. Namgial told me that the peak is called Phalung Shumo, which when translated means a piece of rock. Honestly, the peak looked a lot more than just a piece of rock. I was tempted to call it Mentok 6 or 7 since it was situated in a ridge which was an extension of the Mentok range. Besides, the peak was not marked on any of the maps that I had referred to, even though Sara Shuvo was. Even though I was may be two to three hours away from the base of the mountain, I was able to identify a nice place to camp just short of the mountain. This was awesome – attempting a peak which was not mapped. So I had resolved that the next day I would make a trip to the base of the mountain and possibly drop some load off at the spot too if I did find a suitable place to camp. On that note, Sonam and I got in the vehicle and waited for Asmina. The scrawny girl took her time talking to the villagers and taking pictures. In a few minutes she joined us and we drove past my tent to the village. Asmina thanked us for the ride and probably went to her room while Sonam and I went to a restaurant for some “Chai”. I think it was called Dorje Restaurant. The restaurant was to be my place of refuge over the next few days before and after the climb. The restaurant would hardly pass off as a tea shop in a small town, but it was good enough for me. It was run by a lady who was extremely hard working. Her husband would help her out once in a while. I would often visit the restaurant for a beverage, after a hike, after a load ferry or for a meal when I just didn’t feel like cooking.

While Sonam and I were chatting over tea, Asmina came in for an early dinner. Sonam asked me if I wanted to stay for dinner. Since him, Asmina and the Koreans were to depart the next morning, I decided to dine with Sonam; I could always go back to my rations for the rest of the trip. We had something the locals call Skyu, which is basically wheat dough broken into little balls and boiled with mutton. Just when Sonam and I were served Skyu, the three Koreans joined us at the restaurant too. They had had dinner in the lodge where they were staying and were out walking when they noticed that we were in the restaurant. They were a funny bunch so it was obviously great having them around. I was ok with the broth and the mutton in the skyu, but the boiled dough was terrible. After dinner, we hung around for a long time talking about all and sundry – Korea, India, my solo trip, why the three Koreans wont eat anything but noodles, why I don’t have a girlfriend etc etc etc. Before I realised, it was 9 and I thought it best to go to my tent and get some sleep. When I asked for their permission to leave, Asmina got going to snap the stars from the terrace of the lodge while the Koreans were itching to go the their room and get some sleep. I shook hands with Sonam and we agreed to meet the next morning before he drove the group back to Leh. It took me about 15 minutes to walk to my tent over a rather dusty, uneven jeep track on a very dark night. I fell asleep rather quickly.

16 Aug 14

I was up by 6. I had intended to go to the spot I had identified the previous day near Phalung Shumo. If everything worked out well, I could decide on a place to set up a base camp and drop some load to ease my burden on the day I decided to actually move to the base. There was another group camping not far from my tent. They must have arrived after I drove away with Sonam and Asmina the previous evening. One of the ladies was up quite early and was struggling to make fire. I thought for a second to offer to help, but resisted to avoid coming off as intrusive. By 8, I had had breakfast and was packing stuff that I could perhaps drop at the base camp, if at all I found a suitable spot. Since I didn’t need any technical equipment during the hike I decided to drop the ice axes, carabiners, harness, crampons etc at the base. I also packed the mitts, part of the rations and the Nylon rope OI had. Although I never used the rope on Kang Yatse and was pretty sure I wasn’t gonna use it on Phalung Shumo, I decided to take it with me none the less. Just when I was done packing, I saw Sonams vehicle in the distance. The Asmina, Sue and the other two Koreans were in the vehicle with Sonam and they seemed glad to see me. I shook hands with Sonam and said bye to the bunch. There was an extended gaze from Sue, but I didn’t make much of it, because there was no point. I wished them well and in a few minutes they were gone.

By now there was a lot of activity in the neighbouring camp. I made acquaintance with a guy called Rigzin who was camping with his wife and some friends. Since I had to go do some exploring and Rigzins group was to drive around the lake in their Bolero, I requested Rigzin to watch over my tent once they were back from their excursion; at least till such time I was back. My estimate was that I would be back in 6 hours or there abouts. We spoke for a while and then I took off with a slightly heavy pack. I think about 13 kilos. Instead of hiking to the village, near Sara Shuvo, where I went with Sonam and Asmina the day before, I took a detour on the trail that leads to the Mentok Peaks. About 15 minutes on the trail I turned right towards the Phalung Shumo – Sara Shuvo ridge which is hard to miss. 


For the rest of the route, the Lake (Tso Moriri) and Chumser behind me would offer breathtaking views during breaks, whereas Phalung Shumo in front of me would just keep getting bigger until a point where the whole ridge was concealed behind a feature which was covered with rocks or was it a moraine. Well there was a stream running down the feature with huge rocks and boulders either side of the stream. The location that I had identified for the base camp was probably somewhere on top of this feature. It took about 90 minutes from the point of detour to reach the moraine. The top of the moraine didn’t look so far from the village the previous day but distances can be deceiving in the mountains. Having to tackle the rocks was also exhausting especially with a slightly heavy pack. Anyways, I was able to make it to the top of the feature by half past noon. I spent close to three quarters of an hour on site to identify a spot to pitch my tent the following day, but to my utter surprise, I could not find even one cairn, not even one flat spot, not even one campsite. Believe me, it was not a small place. On top of the feature, there were rocks all around and there was abundance of space, but nothing suitable for a camp; No wonder the place was not marked on any of the maps that I had looked at. Well! I couldn’t NOT camp there just because of the absence of a flat spot because there were so many right things about the location. Water was in abundance and the site was not too far from Phalung Shumo and the ridge in general, in case I decided to climb another objective on the Mentok Ridge. So after looking around for a while, I settled on the least freakish spot; it was less uneven and less rocky than the surroundings and there was grass in between the rocks too. So I dug up a little and got rid of the rocks. It took me about 10 minutes to prepare the place. I also made a cairn nearby and found a concealed spot near some huge boulders, where I dumped my equipment.


I started the descent by half past one. I took a slightly different route on the descent. I was just getting a little adventurous, but it was just as easy or difficult as the uphill route. During the descent, the views of the lake in the afternoon were outstanding. I stopped at a couple of places to just sit and watch the lake whereas Chumser and Lungser in the background of the lake looked brilliant in the afternoon sun. I was able to maintain a brisk pace and covering a lot of ground during descent, because my pack was empty. I made it to my tent by 4. I saw one of the ladies from Rigzins group, who I presumed was his wife. I think the rest of the group were in their respective tents. We smiled when I crossed her; because I was exhausted by the time I reached the tent, I lay on my belly next to the tent, for a few minutes. Because I was starving, I made some noodles and opened the can of chicken. I added some chunks of chicken to the noodles; it was terrible, but I had to eat it. A little after lunch, I made a trip to the village. After strolling around for a while, I went to that restaurant where I had dinner the night before. I had some tea and chips and sat there looking at the snaps from earlier in the day. The lady of the house stood next to me catching a glimpse of the lake and the mountains. Late afternoons – early evenings were low on business for her, so she could afford to breathe a little. I could tell that she liked the pictures. By 7, some tourists started to come in to the restaurant, so I paid up and started walking slowly to my tent.

In about 10 minutes, while I was still a hundred meters away from my tent, I heard a commotion in the campsite. Rigzin was unbelievable. He somehow managed to get a big soundbox, belting out loud hindi music from the cars music system, powered by the car battery. So much for resourcefulness. I just walked to my tent, zipped up the fly and started preparing dinner. Yes, I had to zip up the fly sheet because it was extremely windy. Fortunately the tent was well ventilated, so the fumes were not a huge concern. 5 minutes later, my worst fear came true. I am not comfortable at all in social meetings, parties etc. I heard a voice outside the tent calling me out. It was Rigzin, asking me to join his party. It would have been terribly rude to say no to him. So I requested Rigzin to allow me 5 minutes to cook dinner which was almost done.


5 minutes later, I walked to Rigzins camp; I took my dinner along with me. Rigzins wife, her lady friend and two of Rigzins friend were dancing; rather trying to dance, since they had had a few beers. Rigzin kept me company while a German girl was making fire. She was a friend of Rigzins wife too but was not dancing. We smiled. Rigzin asked me to sit by the fire but I could not because of my clothing. Synthetics should be kept away from fire. So I sat a couple of meters away from the fire. Rigzins wife asked me to join her and her friends. It was already unlike me being part of a loud revelry. Dancing would just take it to a whole new dimension and I was not prepared for that. So I made a witty remark that if I danced, they would all run away. They all laughed and left me alone. I sat there for about an hour, mostly talking to Rigzin, mostly about the mountains. He seemed very impressed by my adventures; it was kind of him to ask me to call on him when I was back in Leh after the trip and during future trips too. I thanked him and offered to be his host if ever he was in my town. I believe kindness is best dealt with reciprocity. Rigzin had an arrangement with a restaurant in the village, who had prepared dinner for his group, which Rigzin was to collect by 9. I drove with him to the restaurant and helped him bring the dinner back to his camp. The group asked me to join them, but I politely refused since I had already had dinner. I thanked the group for their hospitality and returned to my tent. It had been an exhausting day. I had covered a lot of ground, up and down. So I fell asleep rather quickly; but I could hear Rigzins group chattering over dinner and a little later into the night too; not that it was bothering me. I actually didn’t mind the chatter, since the group would be gone the following day and I would be alone in the mountains, especially lonely in the base camp for the next few days. In all the background chatter, I never heard the German girls voice. I slept well that night.

17 Aug 14

I was feeling kind of weak , when I woke up in the morning. The dilemma was whether I should move to the base camp or not. I decided to wait for a couple of hours and see how I was feeling and then make a call. I had the same boring noodles for breakfast. Fortunately, I had brought a couple of different brands for change of taste. I had painkillers and diuretics to help ease me, even though I didn’t think it was an acclimatisation related condition. I thought it was a simple case of over exertion. The group from the neighbouring camp were packing up by 8. Rigzin gave me his email and phone number and insisted that I contact him when I reached Leh. I thanked him for his thoughtfulness; just before the group got inside the vehicle, I got a smile from that German girl. By half past 8, they were on their way. I wasn’t feeling much better even after breakfast. I made my call. I decided to stay at Korzok that day and explore the lake. I also resolved that I would at least have dinner at “my” restaurant. Familiarity works well for me, and the lady and her restaurant were about the only ones I was familiar with in Korzok. I just lay in my tent for a while trying to rethink the whole plan, in light of the slight hiccup. I estimated that I would still be able to accomplish the task within the allotted time. I had actually allotted 2 days for recce; but since I was able to recce and drop load on the same day, I think I had saved a couple of days. So in my opinion, I was still on schedule. With that thought, I grinned to myself and decided to do a little hike around the lake. I picked my pack, some chocolates and some Tang to keep me replenished.


I traced the jeep track to the lake. I stayed on the jeep track for the initial part of the hike, right upto the view point where I took Sonam and Asmina a couple of days back. There was a monastery off the jeep track, just before the view point, but I gave it a miss. From the viewpoint, I got off the jeep track. Since it was sort of a day off and I had the whole day to myself, I decided to test the Carl Zeiss lens on my N8. I snapped everything I could. Lizards, flowers, ducks, sand, water, stones, the lake, the ridge, anything really. I was especially intrigued by the ducks and lizards. The lizards tended to be very camera friendly and would wait for me for as long as it took to aim and click. The ducks on the other hand would rush to the waters when I was yet 100 meters away. When I had crossed their spot, they paddled to the shore. They did this every time I crossed their spot on the shore. After a while I gave up the idea of getting close up shots of those ducks. I never liked Daffy anyways. I had to be meticulous about covering myself since the periphery of the lake was heavily infested with mosquitoes. I mean mosquitoes the size of bees. I didn’t want to get bitten by one of those demons. I think I must have hiked for close to two hours. I had reached a distant point on the shore where I had brilliant views of Mentok behind me and Chumser – Lungser in front of me. To my right in the farthest distance were some more intriguing mountains. I sat there for a few minutes, munching a chocolate and sipping some tang. I was not really thinking of anything. I have been meaning to do that for a long time; Just sit and not care about anything.


I must have stayed at that spot for 15 minutes. After a while I began hiking back to my campsite. I was slow and deliberate to avoid exhaustion. This was just a leisure hike. I didn’t spend much time playing with the camera, so I didn’t think I would take 2 hours to reach the village. After hiking for an hour, I reached the monastery which is on the lake shore. I sat there for about 10 minutes and then resumed my hike to the village. I reached my tent by 2. It was an easy hike, so I wasn’t really starving. But I still had some noodles and chicken for lunch. After lunch I had some plums and apricots which I got from Leh. Considering the fact that I was eating stuff that came out of poly packs and tin cans for the last so many days, the tangy fresh fruits tasted so good. I hung around my tent till about 4 pm. That’s all I could take. I began to wonder, if 2 hours of loneliness at the road head could make me so restless; what would hours and hours of solitude do to me at the base camp and beyond. I thought it best to avoid pondering too much over it. To help ease that eerie feeling, I decided to go to the village and spend some time at the restaurant or among people. So I put on my boots and walked to the village.


I first went to the restaurant and had some tea with chips. The lady was intrigued to still find me in the village. She assumed that I would have left with the group that had departed a couple of days back. I explained to her that we were just sharing the cab and that we had totally different agendas. I asked her if I could have some chicken and rice for dinner. She said that she could that for me, but it would take her a while. We agreed on a time when she could serve me dinner and then I went out for a walk around the village. The lake looked especially beautiful in the twilight. I also ran into a couple from Gujrat. I don’t quite remember now, but I think they were from Baroda. I told them that I had lived in Jamnagar for a few years and had to travel through Baroda to reach Jamnagar. The gentleman was especially thrilled about my solo adventure. It was great talking to them. While we were talking, their son arrived. The little boy was the most curious person that I came across in the whole trip. He had a question for every occasion and about everything. His father gave him a stern instruction about not bothering me with his questions. I assured his dad that I was loving every bit of “the interrogation”. The kid actually thought that I was some sort of a commando and inquired about why I wasn’t muscular like the commandos he had seen in the movies. His father and I laughed about it. I told him that I was no commando and that I never had muscles. The family were on a sightseeing trip, so they had to leave because they had a jeep waiting to take them somewhere. We shook hands and I returned to the restaurant to check if my dinner was ready.

I had to wait for a few more minutes, but dinner was eventually served at 7. It was really good. Better than the skyu that Sonam and I had two nights ago and definitely better than the garbage I was eating in my tent. After dinner, I was feeling kind of good and strong. Good food does that to you. I sat there for a while not wanting to go to the tent just yet. But when a few tourists started trickling in, I decided to move out. I thanked the lady for the good food, paid up and wore my down jacket before heading out to my tent. It was really cold and I was very careful not to expose myself to the elements unlike Nun, where I got a little adventurous. On my way out, I spoke with a bunch of bikers. I think I managed to shock or probably scare them out of their wits with my narration of events at Kang Yatse and the prospect of a solo attempt at Phalung Shumo. They wished me luck. I thanked them and then walked to the campsite. I noticed a couple of tents pitched near my tent. They must have arrived after I left for the village earlier in the evening. It took me a while to fall asleep, but I slept eventually. This trip was different in that sense. I slept on quite a few days. The day to follow was very important and any rest that I could get was going to be crucial.

18 Aug 14

This was it. No more hanging around, no more rest. I was definitely moving to base camp. The cook from the neighbouring camp offered me some tea. I thanked him and asked him if he needed anything from me. The group was on their way to Leh and they left by 7. I was able to pack up by 8 after breakfast. I was on my way to the base camp by 0830. Navigation was not a concern, since I had been to the base camp a couple of days ago; it was a bright and sunny day too, so the route was pretty clear to me. The pack was just about 13 kilos and so I was pretty quick. Although my feet were quick, my heart was kind of reluctant; I am pretty much a loner but for some reason the thought of being alone at this base camp was in a way unsettling for me. I took a couple of breaks along the way. With each passing minute, the village, where I went with Sonam, and the lake behind me were constantly receding away. With each passing step, I was getting more and more restless. I was not sure what I would do at the base camp, when I was not climbing. When one has a partner, its kind of comforting knowing that one has company, even if there is no talking involved. But when one is all alone, it’s a totally different ball game.

While these thoughts were, in a way, hindering me, I was constantly gaining altitude and approaching the base camp. I took a break at a spot where the views of the lake behind me and the ridge in front of me were astounding. I looked at all the mountains around me and the peaks in the ridge whose base I was approaching and it occurred to me, that if may be I kept myself occupied all the time or at most times, I wouldn’t feel secluded. I thought if I was occupied with the task at hand, I would so tired by the time I got back to the tent that I would be sleepy and wouldn’t have time to “feel” alone. Besides, I would climb for two, may be three days from that base camp before returning to Korzok, so I didn’t have time to waste. That’s when another idea struck me. I thought that perhaps I could attempt Phalung Shumo soon after reaching the base camp. I was moving pretty quickly and I was not tired, well! Not at the moment. So I thought once I had established camp and had lunch I could consider the possibility of going after Phalung Shumo. It was a bright and sunny day and I could navigate much better in daylight than in the dark if I had opted for a traditional alpine start.

So it all seemed to be adding up nicely for me. Suddenly, that eerie feeling was gone. I was still gonna be alone, but I had a plan, and I was liking it. I made it to base camp by 1130 or so.

Three hours and half from Korzok to base was good time in my opinion. I quickly pitched my tent without wasting much time. I had some chicken (Canned Luncheon Meat), and noodles. Yuck. After lunch I took a moment to quickly think over what I had planned. I was pretty sure I wasn’t tired or exhausted. Base camp was probably around 5350m and Phalung Shumo couldn’t have been a lot higher than 6100m. Between 1 and 7 I had about 6 hours of daylight/twilight. My rate of ascent on Kang Yatse was about 200m per hour. So it was not impossible for me to, if possible, summit Phalung Shumo and return to base camp. Since everything seemed logical, I quickly geared up and set out to attempt Phalung Shumo by 1 in the afternoon. Initial part of the route was a gradual ascent over a rocky section for just over an hour. I had to circumvent a rocky glacial feature, which was between my campsite and the ridge, for a while. I had to climb from the right side of the feature to reach Phalung Shumo. Going from the left side of the feature would lead one to the Mentok side of the ridge. Such features usually have a glacial pool on top; I would have to wait a while to find out. The route was not very demanding. It was just climbing a rocky section on a shallow gradient. But all the work done earlier in the day, moving from Korzok to base and then setting up camp, was probably beginning to show. I was still moving at a decent pace. In just over an hour I reached a flat spot. The foot of the ridge/Phalung Shumo was just 10 minutes or so at the other side of the flat spot. I took a break there. Had a drink. Tightened my laces and without wasting much time began the ascent.

Initial part of the route was a combination of rocks and scree. A little higher, the scree was absent and the rocks got slightly bigger. About 30 minutes later, I reached the snow-ice section of the mountain. I could have continued on the rock section, but I prefer snow to rock. I quickly had a sip of tang and wore my crampons. It was quarter to three and still a long way to go. The moment I got on ice, I was able to move much quicker. I was able to zig zag swiftly. The gradient was almost the same as on Kang Yatse. I was confident from that summit, so not a lot of thought was involved. Because I was moving so easily and so swiftly, I probably didn’t notice that the ice was slowly getting harder and more difficult to pierce; the terrain also getting steeper every minute. Because the ice had gotten harder my crampons began bouncing off the surface. I was not getting much purchase of them. So I decided to stop and rethink and when I looked beneath, that is when I realised that the terrain had gotten quite steep. I had to rework the plan. Instead of traversing the slope, I decided to front point as one would in a typical ice climb. Although the crampons were still bouncing off the surface, I was moving better than when I was traversing. After about 20 minutes of climb since I changed from rock to ice, I reached a point where I could shift back to rock. The spot was a bottleneck where ice was only a few meters wide. From that spot, the rock section was to my right and the ice section began to widen again to my left. I decided to continue on ice. Because of the crampons constantly bouncing off, I think I was exerting too much and about 2 minutes from the bottleneck I slipped and fell about 20 meters. It all happened so quickly that I had no time to react. I only remember saying “my God”. It had been two years since I took his name. I tried to arrest the fall with my ice axe, but in vain. Fortunately, my feet were downhill during the fall and I was stopped by a rock at the bottleneck. I took a moment to compose myself. I don’t think I was scared. But I was a little rattled. I really thought it was going to be easy and this was a good wake up call. The lesson I learnt was that no matter how easy things seem and how well one is doing, one can never be cautious enough in the mountains. It took about 5 minutes for me to calm down and the incident to sink in. I was not going to go back. So I continued climbing. I was more deliberate, more cautious. I got past the point where I fell. I stayed close to the rock section to my right, so that I could shift from ice to rock in case I got too tired. Because I was exhausted from the extra stress on my legs, I managed to drive the front point of my crampon into my pants. I was upset. I hate torn pants or any apparel for that matter. Although it was just a pinhole, I was upset. About 15 minutes later, it happened again. I slipped and almost fell again, but because I was close to the rock section, I was able to grab on to a rock and arrest the fall. I was disgusted with the ice. There was only so much strength I had in my legs to drive the crampons into the ice. But the stupid thing felt like tempered glass. The front points would just bounce off the surface.