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Finally, after a horrible cold sleepless night, we encounter a beautiful sunny morning. Sun shining bright over the valley like a gold, no wonder why it is Sonmarg. Ofcourse, it is Sonmarg for a different reason. But, the beauty of this place is pure gold. Ready to roll After a quick camping tea and a warm “ready-to-eat” breakfast, we felt a surge of adrenaline as we prepared to roll toward Leh. While the distance from Sonamarg to Leh is approximately 340 kilometers, the numbers don’t tell the full story; this is by no means an easy road. It is a

The Himalayas have a way of humbling the arrogant. We arrived in Sonamarg with the high spirits of city-dwellers chasing an Instagram-perfect adventure, unaware that the mountains were about to teach us a lesson in survival that we would never forget. This is the story of our first night under the stars—a night that was supposed to be a dream but turned into a freezing, wind-whipped nightmare. 1. THE COLD BREEZE: A Midnight Arrival in the Dark The sun had long since dipped behind the jagged peaks of the Thajiwas range by the time our bikes rumbled into Sonamarg. In

Srinagar was never in the plan but, everything happens for a reason. It’s God who decides the path of our journey. Srinagar was no different. THE MORNING Day 3 began with the same sense of urgency as the day before. By 8:30 AM, we arrived at the Royal Enfield Service Center to begin a thorough technical analysis of the “rogue” bike that had been causing us trouble. After a systematic diagnosis, the technicians identified a critical flaw in the starter and fuel pump relays, which they promptly replaced to restore the bike’s reliability. Since four of us were riding together,

The Himalayas demand more than just physical endurance; they serve as a brutal testing ground for your spirit, your patience, and the reliability of your gear. Our expedition officially launched with a grueling 700-kilometer marathon from the flat plains to Udhampur. During that initial leg, a blistering summer heat hammered down on us, feeling less like weather and more like a physical weight pressing against our chests. Yet, as we finally rolled into Udhampur, a wave of collective excitement surged through the group. We felt a sense of triumph, knowing that from this point forward, the jagged, majestic landscapes and

May 14, 12:00AM it is. A journey to Ladakh, which we all were waiting since long. For all of us it is a dream come true. A fantasy, a fairy tale which was too good to be true. If you are new to this blog, please checkout my previous blogs related to Ladakh journey that would add more fun to this story. Blog 1 – LADAKH – ULTIMATE JOURNEY TO THE LAND OF SENSATIONAL PASSES Deja Vu Day To me, this departure feels like a profound moment of déjà vu—a strange mixture of soaring excitement and cold, creeping fear. I

Planning is complete, now comes the most cumbersome stage that is, preparing for the long and sensational Ladakh ride. New to this blog ? checkout “Chapter 1 of, Ladakh – Ultimate journey to the land of sensational passes“. WHERE TO START As I prepared for this journey, my mind was a whirlwind of uncertainty. I found myself spiraling through a never-ending list of questions that every rider eventually faces: The truth is, these questions are endless, but there are no right or wrong answers—only choices that define your own journey. I’ve seen riders pass me on bicycles carrying next to

This story belongs to seven friends who first crossed paths within a motorcycle riding group in Delhi. Initially, we were complete strangers, linked only by a single, burning commonality: a raw passion for the open road and the hum of an engine. At that time, we were blissfully unaware that our shared hobby would eventually lead us to some of the most sensational and remote corners of the world. We planted the seeds of our Ladakh saga in early 2021 during a somber period when the pandemic’s second wave peaked and travel felt like a distant memory. This forced isolation