taco2go
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Not my trip- I wish it was.
Omair kindly gave me his permission to post some pictures from his trip this month, to this once fiercely isolated buddhist kingdom, now opening it's doors to the world. A gem of an overlanding destination in S.E. Asia if there ever was one.
One of our own stalwarts, the Hackneys, checked it off their "been there" list in 2004 (On Royal Enfields no less, I think).
Omair is a former classmate of mine, now an accomplished writer living in New Delhi, who purloined his father's Mahindra and point and shoot camera, and set off on this jaunt - makes me wish I had the time and money to buy a plane ticket to Thimphu- it actually has an international airport now!
Treacherous landslides, 23k plus-peaks, and remote monasteries and a culture that is cautiously revealing it's ancient heritage.
He wrote this after a particularly bad day on the road-
The rains have battered the mountains until they crumble and bleed in rockfall and landslides; nor will the fog, let things be, using the cover of the rain to paw across the hillside with a lecher's intent. Only madmen ply this road, their hands clutching steering wheels in ecstasy of cold and fear, and I think that if my death is written anywhere, it is here, it is here....
Omair kindly gave me his permission to post some pictures from his trip this month, to this once fiercely isolated buddhist kingdom, now opening it's doors to the world. A gem of an overlanding destination in S.E. Asia if there ever was one.
One of our own stalwarts, the Hackneys, checked it off their "been there" list in 2004 (On Royal Enfields no less, I think).
Omair is a former classmate of mine, now an accomplished writer living in New Delhi, who purloined his father's Mahindra and point and shoot camera, and set off on this jaunt - makes me wish I had the time and money to buy a plane ticket to Thimphu- it actually has an international airport now!
Treacherous landslides, 23k plus-peaks, and remote monasteries and a culture that is cautiously revealing it's ancient heritage.
He wrote this after a particularly bad day on the road-
The rains have battered the mountains until they crumble and bleed in rockfall and landslides; nor will the fog, let things be, using the cover of the rain to paw across the hillside with a lecher's intent. Only madmen ply this road, their hands clutching steering wheels in ecstasy of cold and fear, and I think that if my death is written anywhere, it is here, it is here....
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