It’s Day 8 of our ride and we leave Wangchuk Hotel in Mongar at around 8:30 a.m., engines humming in the icy hush of morning. The sky was a pale pewter and the air had that bite only high altitudes can deliver—sharp, invigorating, and strangely comforting. Tarique, still not fit to ride but visibly better,…
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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…
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