Drukla River

Morning of October 4th, the scene, massive granite peaks, a monastery nearby, hanging glaciers and farmers on motorbikes with their stereos cranked up blarring chinese music at the put in for the Drukla river.
We paddled two kilometres of a tributary that served up one long complex class five rapid before joining the main drukla itself. It was a hot day this combined with an elevation of 3600m demanded accuracy right off the bat, the lines were clean, Eden probed first and came away unscathed.




Photo - JJ, busting through a huge recirculation.




Impaired vision, Dave Kwant feels his way through the mayhem.








Once on the main river, 6km of continous
class 4+ whitewater lay ahead of us, we
boogied on down, soaking up the amazing surroundings.





Kids from the local village met us at the take out.