note: like several other posts on this site, this one is also being uploaded post facto. briefly, in august 2005, i quit businessworld and business journalism and made a long-desired switch to writing on environment, development and suchlike. to celebrate this move, i took my bike, bucephalus, to ladakh. as it turned out, we set out on 15th august. independence day.
and my lovely, lovely bike.
almost fell off the bike here. had crossed fotu la. was moving towards kargil when i saw this mountain, marvelled at its shape, kept moving and then realised with a sudden shock that good god, there was a monastery atop it.
as i moved from lamayuru towards kargil, the mountains got craggier
one of the first monasteries i saw as leh came closer and closer
the final 50-odd kilometres to leh are along the indus, along this straight, straight road. for the first time in days, the bike moved into fifth gear, and flew and flew.
you crest taglangla, the last of four passes between manali and leh, the road drops, and then you meet the beautiful gya, and ride next to her towards the indus
this is roughly the place where i realised the horn had stopped working. am coming close to the moray plains.
me. the grim look is due to a migraine brought on by altitude sickness
look at the lines in this photo!
the sole photo at the end of the ride. taken by a neighbour with preternaturally shaky hands.
bucephalus at the entrance to the moray plains