June 24, 2025

The idea of riding to Khardung La sounded thrilling the world’s highest motorable pass, after all. But as a first-time rider in the Himalayas, I had no idea how intense, beautiful, and humbling this journey would actually be.
The ride started with wide roads and clear skies near Leh, but within hours, the terrain turned rough, and the altitude began creeping in. Breathing got harder, the air felt thinner, and every gear shift started to feel heavier.
Stopping midway for chai wasn’t just a break it was survival. Locals offered warmth, advice, and encouragement that no riding manual ever could. One of them smiled and said, “Slow and steady, the mountain always waits.”



As we climbed higher, the road almost disappeared loose rocks, patches of ice, and sudden bends tested both the machine and the mind. The views were unreal, but you earn every single one with focus and patience.
Finally reaching the top was a mix of triumph and disbelief. Prayer flags fluttered in the wind, riders high fived strangers, and for a moment, everything stood still. It wasn’t just about reaching Khardung La it was about discovering myself on the way there.