Biker's story & a photo-logue of a bike
Everybody here has spoken about their journey, their experience and the works. Ever heard a motorbike telling a tale of it's trip? may be in pictures?
I am the body, my soul is fuel and what fuels my march is my trails. I love to trail amongst valleys, pathways, river strems, rows of maple, meadows and yellow mustard fields. Day by day and nights by nights, I walk, I move, I glide. I travail in effervescence of the journey but not the destination. I travel from city to landscape, an indeed panorama called Ladakh.
Yes, I am a bike and here I am to tell you one of the road trips that I had in recent past- Ladakh and then Shimla. My romance with road began when a young boy sneaked into a glass door of the store and sighed- Ah, I want that bike dadda! The Royal enfield. And that was the day when his story began, story of passion, story of adventure, freedom, the never ending romance with the road.
I see, the trip is never told but felt. Never orated but seen. Here we go-
This is me-the chosen one. You know what sets my
baikadu on the trip, leaving his luxury 4 wheels behind? Meeeee - The Royal Enfield :)
Here we start...on the mark
We went to world's highest motorable road after Suge la and
Semo la:
Khardung La (La means Pass in Tibetan) at 5359m elevation
Thump of machine echoed in a vally with cool breez hitting my face....in the barren cold desert with small patches of green land..thts laddakh...my passion driving me in the desert....
Rohtang!!!
We start the journey and caravan follows... Bhaiyya yaha chai kaha milegi
Stopping by, drawing some inspiration from mother Earth. Looking back at the shadows that may fly, as we ride.....
We went to Pangong Tso (the enchanted lake) in the Himalayas traversing India and China's border which changes colors
We moved from Leh to Srinagar via Karil, Drass and Zozila pass, travelled, travelled and then to the very beautiful, bountiful Gulmarg
You see a trveller’s destiny is not the destination but the journey. This is one phase and there will be more to come. So hook on to your adventure streak and get, set, go. For life comes once and
Zindagi na milegi dobara. Have a safe journey.
Author PS
I have never driven but I surely can feel the thrive. The pulsating movements racing behind the wind, leaving a travail, a mark on the road. A sign that said- I was here!
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