TRAVERSE Issue 19 - August 2020 | Page 107

alongside this achingly beautiful stretch of water and roughhewn tracks before reaching our accommodation; bespoke yurts complete with flush toilets and enormous radiators. In what was frankly a stupid idea, the rest of the riders persuaded me into an 8am swim in the lake before leaving for our last campsite of the tour in distant Hundar. The water was painfully cold, and the biting wind as we left the water reduced everything to button mushroom dimensions – I wasn’t impressed! The ride up to the Hundar valley was some of the most challenging we’d encountered with kilometres of sweeping roads interspersed with incredibly hard sand sections across the valley floor. The Enfield’s were not light and the effort of hustling them through the rally sections of the highway at high altitude left us exhausted but with a real sense of shared endeavour. The campsite in Hundar is owned by the affable tour Doctor who has been travelling with us the whole time. All the food came from the organic plants at the site, and the Doc entertains us with his selection of mad stories, at least half of which are slightly true. The following day we explored the local region on the bikes and then spent the evening riding camels, swimming in the local river and watching local dancers, ably supported by Harley who broke out his Cossack dance at the end of the show. All too soon it was time to leave Hundar and take on the final challenge of the tour, the Khardung La Pass, the highest motorable road in the world. Incredibly there had been a cycling race on the mountain pass for the first part of the morning, so we had to wait for two hours before we hit the road. Thanks to our local fixer Anu, we got the holeshot ahead of the other traffic and ‘flat track’ it to the top in a record-breaking time despite some appalling roads on the way there. The summit was strangely quiet thanks to the earlier road closure, so we got the chance to take in what we’d just achieved over the past two weeks, as the myriad of prayer flags flutter in the Himalayan wind. With Khardung La behind us, we descended back to Leh with more than a hint of sadness, knowing that this was the last ride on the bikes before they go on to be part of somebody else’s adventure. Tomorrow we would be back in Delhi and on the way back home and somehow it didn’t seem right. We’d had an incredible journey, shared everything from warm beers to epic experiences and most of all, spent time riding bikes in a truly remarkable and beautiful country. The organisation had been faultless, the Enfield’s strangely endearing and the company the best we could ever have hoped for. This is a special place, and this was a special adventure ... JC For this trip, all the riders elected to ride the Royal Enfield 500cc Classic, a bike that is incredibly common across the whole of India. It might have more than a foot in the past, but in a way that’s part of the charm of the machine. However, Julian says that if you want to make things a tad easier, Ride Expeditions now offer the RE Himalayan as the bike of choice, although the Classis is still available. In terms of covering the terrain, The Himalayan is perfect for the job. The gentle power of the big single cylinder is well matched to roads with incredibly variable surfaces and landscape that varies from the stunning to the downright scary. With plenty of suspension travel, open cockpit and a surprisingly comfortable seat, the Himalayan has a certain charm that sits well with the whole idea of adventure travel in this stunning and beautiful country. TRAVERSE 107