Going Down is Harder

As we all know, what goes up must come down and the downward bits are often a little bit more tricky.
Yes, there was a bit more snow than I had expected - after all just a couple of days previously, I'd been sweltering in temperatures in the 40's (110 F and upward).

Still, I didn't have much to worry about as I was warmly dressed (like many cold-blooded people I have a morbid fear of getting cold) and so I was wearing plenty of layers and on top had my Rukka jacket and Gerbing trousers, with my Gerbing heated gloves in reserve as well.
And, the white snow - well, it make s a pretty backdrop for the bike

Another flock of sheep/goats appeared,

Everyone seemed to be going the same direction

some water crossings to get through

the clear skies and sunny weather meant I made good progress going down and I was soon below the snow line once more and back to warm dusty conditions following a river gorge

I was enjoying this part of the ride

until I realised that I must have taken a wrong turn, the track became increasingly narrow and there was no way a lorry would get along here - even an Indian one with their wild driving techniques. I had to turn around and go back, at which point there was an extremely loud explosion

looking back across the valley, I could see they were dynamiting the route I'd just ridden

Minimal health and safety precautions - if you look closely enough, you can see the vehicles are stopped not too far from the explosion itself - it took some time for the bang to die away and the dust to clear.

However I had a different problem, I'd got a puncture, luckily I was able to limp into the village of Keylong where I soon found someone to repair it

while I took a well earned lunch break,

making the most of my plate of pakora, knowing that the worst of today's riding was still ahead of me

With veg pakoras in my stomach to sustain me and a new inner tube on the rear tyre, I was ready to face the road ahead- the ascent to Baralacha La, for those who have been paying attention, this is the high pass that there had been a lot of problems with just days ago.
I was in luck that today was sunny and clear.

The Police checkpoint was safely passed though they expressed some concern that a "lady" was heading up, not only riding a motorbike (a rare sight in India) but also completely alone. I let the policeman have a ride on my Enfield.

And then I started to see and experience why this is the most troublesome pass

The deepest river crossing was also one where there was no-one else around

I waded through a few times, in search of a relatively shallow crossing with fewest rocks under foot. In the process I got very wet and as it's glacial melt water, somewhat cold from the knees down. But I made it through with the Enfield and some great revving

Further on, some vehicles were not so fortunate

I was getting higher and back above the snowline, even when there was tarmac, it was still covered in water

And my favourite sight - an iceberg in the road

I'd love to see a warning sign for this type of road hazard.