Where the Mountains Weave. Mongar Bhutan

We left Jakar Village Lodge reluctantly. That warm timbered homestay had made us feel like part of the family—endless cups of brew, gentle laughter, and food that’s to die for. But it was time to move on. The road was calling again, and so was the ride. We’d already clocked nearly 400 kilometres since leaving Paro—crossing mountain…

Through Passes and Time. Bumthang Bhutan

Day 4 of our ride began with an unexpected delight. Over breakfast, just as everyone was preparing for the long ride ahead, I brought out a bottle of Seeni Sambol—that bold, fiery essence of Sri Lanka. The surprise lit up their faces, and soon it was being heaped generously onto eggs and toast. In that…