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Snow Melt Washes Bridge Away |
"Bogged-Down Buses Blocked Our Path"
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Eroded by heavy snow melt, a weakened bridge had collapsed spreading slabs of concrete across the swirling muddy river. Riding only 85kms from Kaza, we reached a scene of calm chaos and parked trucks. The efforts of a digger-driver, watched by a growing crowd of stranded travellers, proved futile in levelling the roadway through an increasingly lively stream. Our last option, ride back and secure rooms in tiny Lossar village, in the Spiti Valley, before others made the same decision.
Saddling-up, a dull feeling of doom dawned on me, my rear tyre was punctured. I found the foot pump and quickly inflated the tyre enough to get me back to comfort and a safe haven. Tired, down-heartened but not defeated, the sun behind the mountains, the consensus was dinner, a stiff drink, bed and fix the tyre in the morning.
By morning the water had subsided, but a new obstacle lay before us. The previous evening a bus driver had tried to pull another ‘stuck bus’ out of the mud and stones, he failed and left any possible path across the river blocked by two buses... |
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Last Updated on Friday, 13 May 2011 04:22 |
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