It’s our final day on the road. We woke in Trashiyangtse to the sound of rain thrumming against the windows, the sky heavy with grey, the air cold enough to numb fingertips. Tarique’s back on the bike for a final ride, but two fresh cases of ‘internal unrest’ mean the backup vehicle has hit maximum…
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Yadi Bends and Beyond. Trashiyangtse Bhutan
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,…
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…
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…
The Last Shangri-La and Its Sacred Climb. Paro Bhutan
There are airport landings—and then there’s Paro. Nestled in a narrow valley flanked by towering Himalayan ridges, Paro International Airport is one of the most dangerous and visually spectacular runways in the world. Only eight specially trained pilots are certified to land here, navigating between 5,500-meter peaks using only visual guidance. No autopilot. No instrument landing system. Just raw skill…
A Cold Ride Through History and Nature. Chang La Pass Ladakh
It’s an early morning wake-up call for us as we reluctantly roll out of bed for day six, and the last day of our amazing ride. The thermometer shows a biting 1°C outside. A hot mug of coffee brings some life back into my cold body and the others too are grateful for the hot…
Riding to the End of the Road. Turtuk Ladakh
Day five dawns cold and bright and the morning sun peeks over the mountains towering above the Paramount Camp as we gear up for another adventure. Today, we ride from Hunder in the Nubra Valley to Turtuk, a village nestled between the Karakoram Range and the Himalayas. While the rest of our group rests, three…
Riding to the Moonland. Lamayuru Ladakh
It’s day 3 of our epic journey. The engine roars to life, sending vibrations through my body and a thrill up my spine. This is more than just a ride; it’s our first long motorcycle journey across Ladakh and an opportunity for each rider to acclimate and get a true feel for their bikes, two…
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