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Ice Road Truckers: Deadliest Roads...Reality for Real!

by Steve Gillick (writer), Toronto, September 02, 2012

Credit: Steve Gillick
Tibet's Nyalam Pass with Prayer Flags to bring good luck to all who pass and memorialize those who did not make it.

The next time you watch the TV's 'Ice Road Truckers: Deadliest Roads', I hope you appreciate that the ‘plot’ may be scripted but the driving conditions are the real thing. I speak from experience.

Some of you may have seen the reality TV series. “Ice Road Truckers, Deadliest Roads”. The program was filmed in India where three truckers, transplanted from the ice highways of Alaska, were challenged by the notorious road conditions that included narrow mountain passes, irate drivers forced to follow behind a truck carrying tons of material, trucks passing trucks on disintegrating waterlogged roads, or roads under direct assault from rockslides, waterfalls and wandering cattle. You name it, the IRT drivers faced these obstacles over and over (and over) again every week.

How real is real? Well, pretty real! Except move the venue to the famous Friendship Highway that connects Tibet with Nepal and you have a pretty fair representation. I was on an adventure tour where we met in Kathmandu, flew to Lhasa, explored Tibet for several days, and then drove back to Kathmandu.

On the morning of July 2nd, 1999 we woke up at 4:30 am and left the Everest Snow Leopard Guest House in Tingri for our drive to Kathmandu. The first part of the trip was a climb up the Nyalam Pass at 5050 meters and then a descent to 2300 meters. For the first time we could see the wild Sun Kosi River raging way down below us. We were concerned about the weather, as it had rained the day before and the soft dirt highway did not look too stable. It didn’t help that the higher we drove, the fog became thicker. Waterfalls cascaded from great heights and ran over the road, only to continue falling several thousand feet down the steep cliffs to the river below. Evidence of rock slides greeted us at every hair-pin turn in the road.

But we were on an adventure tour so we asked if we could walk the highway for a while. The driver agreed and said he would meet us about 45 minutes up ahead along the road. This was absolutely the most enjoyable part of the day. We scrambled off the bone-jarring bus and wandered past green trees and wildflowers, breathing in sweet-scented air. In fact this part of the highway resembled a national park, more than a busy thoroughfare. But once we met up with the bus, the truly scary part began. And it did not help that the one American on the trip kept trying out her humour (no one laughed) by saying “If we fall over the cliff here, we'll be killed…and a few minutes later “If we fall over the cliff now, we'll only be badly injured but we'll probably survive”…and on and on she went for a good portion of the trip.

The dirt road had now transformed into a thick bed of mud, due to the pelting rain. The only “lane” on the highway was a narrow strip—suitable for 1 ½ buses or trucks to pass each other with only inches to spare. And the cliffside barriers consisting sometimes of cement blocks and sometimes of boulders or stones, whose purpose was supposedly to prevent vehicles from falling off the cliff and plunging into the river far below, did not look terribly trustworthy.

At one point we had to back up when a road plow came through with the blade taking up the full width of the highway. The rest of the morning was filled with steep switch-backs, more hair-pin turns, thick muddy, steep uphill climbs, and even some disturbing scenes of trucks and busses that had taken a turn a bit too quickly or perhaps got muscled off the highway by a larger vehicle and now lay crumpled or upside down or impossibly stuck in mud by the side of the road.

By 12:30 pm when we stopped at immigration to exit Tibet, despite the cold drizzle and the long line-up to show our passports, we were very happy to be standing on terra firma. But the first half of the journey was not quite over yet.

It was another 9 km to the Friendship Bridge that marked the border between China and Nepal. Our bus turned the corner only to be met by a raging current/waterfall spilling off the mountain and onto the road. After delicately passing through that, (we were sure the water would sweep us off the road), we travelled up another steep muddy incline and then through a frighteningly narrow rock gap, where literally, we all inhaled and held our breath, thus making the bus thinner and allowing us to pass!

And finally we reached the Bridge where we transferred our luggage, filled out immigration forms for re-entry into Nepal, and then boarded our Nepali school bus for the final push to Kathmandu. We remarked that the driver looked about 15 years old but our fears were dispelled as he skillfully negotiated and finessed the bus around more of the same road conditions that we had experienced on the Tibetan side.

Eventually the road became wider, then we encountered pavement, and finally we joined the regular cacophony of the ‘going home to Kathmandu’ traffic: blaring horns, 5 cars abreast a 2 lane road, people and animals on and beside the road and more thick fog, but we were almost home. At 5:45, accounting for the time change, we were back at our hotel in Kathmandu, a mere 14 hours and 15 minutes after leaving Tingri in Tibet.

While so-called reality television shows are in most cases ‘scripted reality’, the next time you watch Ice Road Truckers, I hope you appreciate that the ‘plot’ may be scripted but the driving conditions are the real thing. I speak from experience.

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