Ladakh and Kashmir names so exotic and so close together. We take the bike and go through them one monastery and…
Ladakh: in the following days from Leh we move in the direction of Kashmir. From the capital ladaka a road almost straight and well paved pointing west. Travel the gas wide open overcoming the military trucks spewing diesel unburned. Some curves animate our itching racer, but soon the sand and gravel lead us to more merciful. We remain fascinated watching the intersection between the rivers Indos and Zanskar, before reaching the historic and exciting monastery Alchi. We follow the river again Indos at a time to another monastery of relief, to Lamayuru. The road climbs, the heat and drought are felt while we admire the spectacular rocks shaped by the wind that at this point in Kashmir take on the color of gold in a lunar landscape. Going down again on a ridge overlooking, the river, first large and vigorous, from up here is small and far away, yet on the map we are always in the same spot: like so many before we remain fascinated by Kashmir, an arid region and charming witch with the blue sky and the gold of his land. From inside the helmet I can not sing the famous riffs of Led Zeppelin, while our Royal lead us through the Aryan Valley, one of the valleys that go further north, to Pakistan. We arrive at a handful of miles from the dangerous border, we stopped for the night at Beema, near Dah, and we note the actual diversity of physical features of the meager population of this valley, known just for the look Aryan. The fatigue is felt, toast to our adventure here that reaches the farthest point from the start: in the morning you turn the bike and going back.
