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 Rivers Meet and Legends Rise. Punakha Bhutan
The day began strong. We rode out of Thimphu under a pale blue sky — the kind that makes the world feel fresh and full of promise. The early morning chill clung to our jackets, my new jacket, as we cruised out of the city. Traffic was minimal — if you can call a few silent, well-behaved…
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