Along the Line of Control - I

Sitting in office after a gruelling and traffic packed 24 hour ride from Srinagar to Delhi is not something I dream of, but heck, thats what they call nightmares, don't they?
On my ride back from Leh to Delhi, I crossed through some areas which are mostly out-of-bound for mere mortals like us and reserved for those who either don the khakis, Indian or the Pakistani.
A deliberate attempt to skip the regular Leh-Lamayuru- Fotu La- Kargil saw me ride through the Aryans inhabitated region of Dah Hanu, a good 50 kilometres of superbly metalled, joyously truckless(read trafficless) where I lost count of how many times Indian Army reminded me of the fact that I am under enemy surveillance.

I am not regretting the fact that I didnot click a single picture abiding by the Indian Army request(or orders), but the satisfaction of travelling through a new place, alone, on my motorcycle, meeting and chatting up some really interesting folks - good ol' days are back again at Archeriostichaos it seems!

This series of posts are not about my ride to Ladakh ( it was more of a personal vacation anyways) but how the Army, the LoC and the people are learning to live with each other and die as well (involuntarily ofcourse). I will write a more detailed take on this tomorrow!

As for the pictures from the ride, they will be posted once in a while, they are more of a personal collection.