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.
3 comments:
i know.the pics are wow!
hey, thanks.
Let me come with you on your next Leh trip if you don't mind :D
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