We
start quite early. Fill petrol. The journey to Lamayuru, one of the
oldest monasteries was filled with beauty. The great Zanskar and
Himalayan ranges, Indus & Zanskar Rivers, smaller towns – Nimmu and
the like, breakfast, breaks which were taken to admire the view, a sigh
here and an exclamation there, the army convoys, boy! It sure was a
miracle in motion.
As
‘they’ say, the journey became more important and enjoyable than the
destination, when the doors to the temple were shut by the time we
reached Lamayuru.
It
was during this point that I decided to visit Leh more often in the
future. The bike rides along these places are the best. You find road
sometimes. Sometimes there’s no road, but just gravel and to ride your
bike in these roads, well, it is something else. And the rain! It hits
you like needles. It was one heck of an experience riding in the rain.
It
is here that I would like the pictures to speak more than me. Words are
not enough and wouldn’t justify the beauty of the place. Believe me.