It’s been only a short while since the one day Tsarap Chu and Zanskar descent. In Ladakh, India. The 20hr50min paddle. The 240km descent, the boxed walls, the long rapids, the silent cries in the night.
I get asked daily, why? What pleasure was in it? Is it worth it?
I’ve not come up with a real answer before – Mallory’s quip unsatisfactory – it’s always going to be there.
Perhaps I can sum up why I enjoy the isolation of a long paddle, even with peers, perhaps it’s also an explanation for those that don’t understand solo paddling as a concept. They both run as parallels for me.
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