On my first day in Leh, I fancied I detected a strain of worry in Pankaj Lagwal, our guide for the trip. Taxed with it, he smiled but admitted it, &ldquoI've been here for two weeks now, and look at the mountain constantly. Only on two days have I been able to see the peak.&rdquo We raced up to the terrace of the hotel Kang-Lha-Chen, and brought out the binoculars. As he'd said, the peak yonder was veiled, shrouded in cloud and rain. We could see why he was worried &mdash what was a pretty sight here was probably a fairly vicious storm up there. Stok Kangri was having a right royal snit.
I and five others were in Leh to make an attempt to summit Stok Kangri, the trip organised by adventure operators Aquaterra. The highest of the Stok range, the mountain is an imposing six-thousander what makes it even more special is that it is a non-technical climb &mdash accessible even to fit trekkers without mountaineering skills. The word on Stok Kangri has gone around. Come August and climbers from all over the world descend on Ladakh, making their way to the mountain in what is part pilgrimage, part ego-trip.
On day two, we were still being acclimatised and the itinerary included Khardung La and a leisurely tour of a couple of Leh's fine monasteries. The long mountain road back was a thin dark imprint in a land of white dust. We looked, as we tended to do, at our particular pile. There was a shout &mdash we pulled up and brought out the big lens. The weather on Stok Kangri was clearing, and only a few wisps of dark cloud still clung to the peak. For the first time since we arrived we could see it fully &mdash the object of our current desire. It is a beautiful mountain.
The next day, from admiring the scenery we went into it. Our group of six Aman Nugyal, Amit Sharma, Takako 'Coco' Inamori, Aaron Wolff, Rajesh Huddar and I. Assisting Pankaj with guide-work were Chain Singh and local boy, Rigzin Tamchos. The route took us past Spituk and over the mighty Indus the bridge so heavily adorned with prayer flags I was only able to see the river through the chinks. Then from a point in Zingchen, we started to walk, making our way through rain to stop at Rumbak (3,870m). This was the first time I was trekking at elevations so high. The two days spent getting used to the thin air helped but not enough. The trek was arduous enough but the challenges piled up with the weather. Ladakh's summer, July to September, is known for its congenial temperatures &mdash climate change, however, knocks all assumptions out of reckoning. Like it did in 2006, it has been raining incessantly here the streams are swelling, and we were obliged to trek and camp in the rain &mdash never one of my favourite things to do.
I puzzled the first couple of days at my fatigue &mdash not all your reading of how altitude affects the human body prepares you for the fact of it. Terrain I thought I should be traversing with reasonable ease became formidable my feet seemed dipped in treacle, my breath dragged in far less than I needed. It was lowering.
If the first foray was gruelling, the second day was tougher still. We headed to Moun Karmo (4,250m) via a cruelly-placed pass called Stok La (4,890m). Footsteps became small and great effort seemed to be needed to make even minuscule advances. Once over the hump though, we skied down mud paths, and made quick work of the descent. When we finally tramped into camp, I sat down to watch lammergeirs in the cliffs surrounding us.
So far, we had been circling Stok Kangri like wary boxers. It was time to make a move. Day Three saw us make a bold stroke &mdash we moved to Stok Kangri Base Camp (4,975m). This, I must say, is something like an international camping festival. A widish meadow with a stream running by, it is a necessary pit stop for trekkers on their way up and those on their way down. A shack here provides the essentials &mdash instant noodles, energy bars, chocolate, beer and rum. Tents of every hue are pegged here, and the scene has campers walking about, kitchen fires going with wholesome aromas, and mules and horses tethered here and there, nibbling at grass and at each other. I fell asleep to the hum of voices and the jangle of mule-bells.
We were now to see the whites of the eyes of our target. Advanced Base Camp (5,315m). A flattering name, for all it is really is a pile of rocks, with barely enough room for four tents. Our cook Ravinder conjured up some divine khichdi and soup, and we all huddled into the kitchen tent to tuck in. The air was nippy &mdash Stok Kangri (6,153m) was sending out tendrils of biting cold to run their fingers down our spines.
Our bid for the summit started, as these often do, in the middle of the night. The plan was to climb up to a ridge on the mountain and then crawl along the ridge to the summit. The weather seemed fine and would hold out, God willing. Layers of clothing were donned, miner headlamps were fastened, a preparatory cup of tea was imbibed with biscuits. We set off over rocks at first and then over the glacier, stamping to keep the ice off our shoes, digging in the pick axes as we scrambled for purchase. We began to climb now in earnest. A trail of sorts there was, but difficult to pick out in the dark. All I was sure of was the direction up. In the distance behind and before me, I saw headlamps bobbing in the dark &mdash about 20 trekkers were trying to summit that day.
A few hours into the foray and it started to get light over the east. The sun crept up from behind snow-rimmed peaks, lighting them an eerie and utterly gorgeous orangey-yellow. I was tiring. Some of the others in my group had long gone ahead. Nausea rose up my chest and I was beginning to get light-headed. Rigzin was with me, holding my hand to prevent me falling, sometimes dragging me, sometimes urging me on. Stopping, gasping, grunting, moving&hellip Sometime after daylight, I staggered onto the ridge and flung myself down.
I was wondering if I should climb on. My tired mind came up with reasons for 'not'. The summit, if made, should be reached, I told myself, only by the supremely fit. I saw no glory in struggling on for the next two or three hours, in such a state as I was in, dragged across by a guide. On the other hand, now that I had made the ridge, I should wait for 10 or perhaps 20 minutes. A renewal of energy would put a different spin on things. This would not be the first time I had been intimidated by challenges that I had eventually tackled.
It was not to be, though. Coco, who had reached about 100m from the summit, had collapsed. She had to be given oxygen, brought down quickly. While those close to the peak would go on, it would be difficult for the expedition to guide me to the summit as well. Fate had taken a hand and made up my mind for me. So I looked around the magnificent Karakorams, took a few pictures and descended, not sure what I had accomplished here.
Ladakh and Stok Kangri beckon climbers like a flame. Over the six days we walked, we must have encountered at least 200 trekkers, a large majority of whom were foreigners, some from the US, but mostly from Europe. On the way to Moun Karmo, through the high pass of Stok La, there was a veritable traffic jam and my head hurt from nodding at passing trekkers, porters and pack-mules. &ldquoJuley,&rdquo we all went, bonhomous in a fellowship of trekkers, &ldquoJuley&rdquo
Why do people climb mountains The question has been asked and the retort is 'because they're there'. Which puts you in your place nicely. There is nothing to do but to ponder on it, digest that response and ask again. Why climb mountains Why brave unforgiving sunlight, blistering whippy winds and harsh elements Why have your face go ruddy, your lips blackened and cracked Why sleep on slopey, slidey rough ground with pebbles pressing up under your Karrimat What's so special about having your body so fatigued it can't eat What's the deal with swaying drunkenly with lack of oxygen as you climb into thinner and thinner air Why is that spot of land &mdash the highest spindly point of this pile of rocks, snow and rubble &mdash worth so much trouble
I ask these questions as if the answers follow, but honestly I don't have them. Nearly everyone agrees though, that mountain-climbing is an internal business. The mountain is inside you, and the obstacles. Whether you summit or not, there are lessons for everyone &mdash character faults loom before you in all ugliness, personality-driven walls come up slap in your way.
Your belief matters. What effort you consider significant matters. How kamikaze you're prepared to be in your attainment of a goal matters.
And so it was that three of six touched down on the peak of Stok Kangri and three of us didn't. Shall I go back to try another time I don't think so. I'm not convinced that placing my foot at any cost over just that precise patch of mountain says anything about anything. I shall probably keep trekking though. Keep that fitness handy, so if an achievement like this comes offered on a platter again, I'll take it as it if was meant.
The information
Getting there
By air There are daily direct flights from Delhi to Leh making access simple and quick. Round trips can vary quite a bit (Rs 11,000 to Rs 18,000) depending on seasonal rush. By road Getting to Leh from Manali is also a very attractive option. Open during the summer, the 470km road traverses some spectacular high mountain passes. The route takes about five days from Delhi and gives you the added advantage of getting you reasonably acclimatised when you arrive in Leh.
Getting around
Leh is small enough to make getting around on foot interesting. For longer distances, there are cabs&mdashfares are mostly destination-dependent but roughly cost Rs 400-500 for four hours.
Where to stay
I stayed at Kang-Lha-Chen (Rs 1,450-3,000 across plans 01982-252144, 252909), one of Ladakh&rsquos finest hostelries. The rooms are comfortable and the staff is warm and friendly. On the fashionable Changspa Road is the rather nice Hotel Mogol (Rs 2,000-4,900 253439, www.hotelmogol.com) and the reasonably-priced Hotel Padmaling (from Rs 990 252933). Down Zangsti Road you'll find the swanky Hotel Lingzi (Rs 1,430-4,400, 252020) and the modest Diskit Chan (Rs 750-850 251523).
Where to eat & drink
Leh has a range of charming little eating places and the cuisine ranges from delicious Ladakhi momos to the more international &mdash Chinese, Continental, Italian and Israeli. I had lunch at Leh Café, which seemed to hold a magnet to women eating on their own. On an old cabinet to one side, there was a selection of second-hand books to dip into. The pasta was acceptable and the afternoon pleasantly advanced while I finished a rousing adventure story for children.
Further up this road, there is a wonderful bakery called Pumpernickel that boasts German bread. They have an interesting range do pick up some yak cheese if they have it in stock.
What to see & do
The Shey and Thiksey monastaries are practically obligatory touch-points in Leh and they're both showcases of the region's spiritual side.
Do also see the Stok Palace (Entry Rs 25, Timings 8am-7pm), once the official residence of the royal family of Ladakh. The museum is particularly fascinating.
Drive up to Khardung La, the world's highest motoroble pass.
Stok Kangri
Stok Kangri (6,153m), the highest mountain in the Stok range of Ladakh, is one of the most popular Himalayan summits to scale. This is due to its proximity to Leh (24km), but also because it is one of the few six-thousanders that is actually a trekker's mountain, requiring no special equipment or expertise in the summer months (July-September). Later in the year, it does need mountaineering skill.
Foreign nationals will need permission to ascend from the Indian Mountaineering Foundation (The Director, Indian Mountaineering Foundation, 6, Benito Juarez Road, New Delhi 110 021 011-24111211, www.indmount.org).
I went with adventure operators Aquaterra (91-11-29212641 / 29212760 / 41636101, e-mail info@aquaterra.in, www.aquaterra.in) who have a well-designed trip that builds in acclimatisation as well as a spectacular trekking route. A night was allowed at the Base Camp, one more at the Advanced Base Camp and the ascent was made the following day. Among other reputable operators are Rimo Expeditions (91-124-2806027-29, 4051640 for Gurgaon office, 91-1982-253348 / 253257 for Leh office, e-mail info@rimoexpeditions.com, www.rimoexpeditions.com) and Snow Leopard Trails (91-011-28034544 for Delhi office, 91-1982-252188 / 252074 for Leh office, and 91-9419178039, 91-9810421505 for mobile, www.ladakh-tour.com).
It is possible, if inadvisable, to land in Leh and plan the climb to Stok Kangri. Just walk into any of the several adventure and tour operators that abound the Zangsti and Changspa roads, and it is then a fairly easy matter to hire a guide, cook, porters and equipment and be on your way. Costs can go up to Rs 4,000-5,000 per person per day. The easiest route is reaching Stok village by road and then scaling the peak. Any plan comes with several variables choosing to camp at the Base Camp, stopping at Advanced Base Camp, and so on. Do be advised though that it is best to be thoroughly acclimatised before the attempt is made. Weather conditions on Stok Kangri are notoriously unpredictable and the mountain is distinctly dangerous for the under-prepared.
