At around 11.40 am when the sun was at its peak on July 15 this year, Sucheta Kadethankar became the first Indian to have crossed the Gobi desert.
The 32-year-old was part of an expedition that had attempted to walk across the desert, a distance of 1626 km, over a span of 60 days.
When the expedition started out from the Bulgan province on May 26, it was 13-person strong. By the time they completed their journey, nine days before schedule about 5km before the town of Sainshand, there were just seven of them left — six others dropped out, mostly because of injuries.
Kadethankar was one of those gutsy seven. And yet, when she accomplished the feat, the first thought that crossed her mind was: ‘Oh, that’s it?’
The anti-climactic feeling had a long story behind it, one that took about 51 days to unfold.
This is the story of Sucheta Kadethankar’s journey that almost got cut short:
In November last year, I heard of globetrooper.com and responded to an invite for an expedition across the Gobi Desert in Mongolia.
I have been into endurance sports for a while now. I’ve trekked to the Mount Everest Base Camp in 2008 and have cycled from Manali to Leh in 2006.
Besides that I have (literally) done hundreds of treks in the Sahyadris. Sinhagad, the fort near Pune that is also a favourite trekking spot, is practically my backyard. I trek there every Thursday and Sunday. By now I know practically every single stone there!
The Gobi expedition caught my interest simply because I had never trekked in a desert terrain and I wanted to experience the extreme environment. So I signed up and after a round of screening process, I got in.
Ripley Davenport, a well-known desert explorer was organising this expedition. Although he had cross Gobi solo last year, this was the first time he was attempting it with a group in tow.
We were 13 trekkers from 9 countries who met for the first time in Ulaanbaatar, the capital of Mongolia, where we spent a few days and got to know each other before we would embark on the journey of our lives.
It was like Bigg Boss — living with people you don’t know for three months! The only good part I suppose was that you didn’t get voted out!
Anyway, so after spending a few days together, we flew to Khovd, which is one of the western provinces of the country. From Khovd, we were driven by three vans to Bulgan from where we would start walking east.
The difference between a desert expedition and a usual trek is that there is nothing rewarding that the nature has to offer. When you trek to, let’s say in the Himalayas, you know you will most certainly be looking at a rare landscape that very few people get the opportunity to see.
This isn’t the case in a desert trail. The landscape is the same — arid, dry and wasted — and the temperatures are extreme. Half your encouragement is gone right there!
One of the biggest challenges in such expeditions is to keep one’s motivational levels really high. One has to have single-minded focus on completing the trail come what may.
The first 15 days of the expedition were really tough. There were a lot of injuries and the body was still getting used to the extremes of the weather — during day temperatures used to go to as high as 45 degrees and in the nights they used to dip to less than 5.
Many of us caught the flu. Others had really bad blisters. And in the case of some, these blisters were threatening to turn into gangrene.
So these people had no option but to quit and return. One of them, a contestant from the Netherlands quit because he lost all interest and motivation to go on.
Initially it was extremely demotivating to see your teammates dropping out. It doesn’t help the rest of the team that is trying to complete the task but at some point one has to be able to look beyond this and focus on your final objective.
I too suffered from blisters and there were times I was dying to quit. But thankfully the will to go on would always win over the temptation to give up.
During my trip I was carrying a few audio books that I hoped would inspire me when I was down. It was during one such moment that I came across that great line from Lance Armstrong’s autobiography: Pain is temporary; quitting lasts for ever.
And that was when I decided that I would never, ever let the thought of quitting cross my mind. But there would be a particular incident that would almost put me out of action.
In the initial days, it was really difficult for me to contain my hunger for food. We used to have five barrels of water of 60 litres each that would last us for about 4-5 days after which we would have to start looking to refill them and the cycle would continue.
The routine we followed was to wake up in the morning, leave the camp and start walking eastwards. Back at the camp there would be a team that would cook food for us and would follow us in a multi-terrain vehicle to deliver the lunch to us and later would go on to a pre-decided spot where we would camp for the night.
This of course is easier said than done. In the desert where there are no landmarks and the only thing you can depend upon are a GPS and a map, it isn’t very difficult to get lost. You change the bearing by even one degree and start walking in the wrong direction you end up miles away from where you are supposed to be.
So there were many occasions when the lunch would never arrive. Of course we couldn’t keep waiting for the van, so we would keep walking till as late as 5pm by which time we would have set up camp and called it a day and hope that the van locate us.
The initial days were therefore quite taxing. So I used to think of my favourite restaurant in Pune and tell myself ‘Ok so this place is 11 km from my house so that is the distance I have to go’. And I would keep walking.
In the first few days, I would try and imagine what the ideal day would look like — as it was supposed to be: Have breakfast at 7am; load the camels; grab lunch and end the day. This was the scenario I would picture in my head.
Then one of my trekmates, Peter Syne gave me an advice that helped me complete the trek:
He told me: “You shouldn’t imagine such scenarios at all. The mind is a complex thing and you must not give it multiple instructions. The only instruction you should give is ‘walk east’. Don’t even tell it that you have to walk till (let’s say) 4pm. Make it simple. Whatever else you get on the way — lunch, water, whatever — will be a bonus.”
And that was that. It was the best advice I received and I came to realise what would be the greatest learning from these 51 days: after a point, however fit you are and whatever condition you are in, it is all in the mind.
The other important takeaway from this was that even when you feel you have reached your limits, in reality you haven’t.
There were several occasions when I would spot our van from a distance and think that this was where we’d camp for the evening. But as we would get closer, the van would have moved on and there was some more distance to cover and then some more and so on till we reached a point where the camp site would actually arrive. That was when I would realise that hey, it was possible to walk that extra mile after all!
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