The Royal Enfield’s engine echoed through the mountain pass as I crested the final ridge, and suddenly there it was—Tawang Monastery emerging from morning mist like a golden vision that had been waiting centuries for this exact moment.
The Royal Enfield’s engine hummed steadily as I crested the hill approaching Shillong, and suddenly the world transformed into something between dream and reality.
The Royal Enfield’s engine fell silent as I reached the final curve, and suddenly there it was—the ethereal beauty of Serolsar Lake reflecting the Himalayan peaks like a mirror held up to heaven itself.
The alarm pierced the silence at 4:45 AM in my basic mountain lodge, frost coating the windows like divine artistry. Outside, Adi Kailash remained hidden behind thick clouds, and fellow pilgrims sat huddled in disappointment
The Royal Enfield’s engine echoed between massive granite boulders as I approached the final curve, and suddenly there it was-the sprawling ruins of Hampi emerging from the otherworldly landscape like fragments of a dream that once ruled half of India. Standing among stones that witnessed the rise and fall of the mighty Vijayanagara Empire, I finally understood why they call this place the “last great Hindu kingdom.”
The Royal Enfield\’s engine echoed against the canyon walls as I rounded the 15th hairpin bend, and suddenly there it was—the endless carpet of emerald tea plantations emerging from the morning mist like a secret the mountains had been keeping for centuries. At 6,000 feet above sea level, I finally understood why they call Munnar the Kashmir of Kerala.