Hi,

Thanks for your response, finally someone answer my post

I did my homework and research. That is why I know during summer months in Europe... it rains a lot in India, especially in the South. I hate ride the bike when is raining...

I would like to know those travellers who did travel during these months in the North region and what route did they take. When I say North region I mean from Delhi, especially the Himalayas. I do not expect 40C there. I read some reports about that and you can find snow in some regions of the Himalayas during summer.

I will keep checking and doing more homework but is always fun and very helpful to heard from people who did it before.


We have 4 months, and the idea (undecided yet) is to travel from Delhi to the north. We are starting to planning the route.

Thanks for help us to planning the route and the good information about bikes.

Cheers

From Delhi i think the route you'd want to take is called the 'Manali-Leh' route.

Searching for this online should being back a wealth of information

Kashmir & Ladakh are just spectacular. We spent a month up there (sept-oct) and could have easily stayed longer. Snow can definitely make an appearance fairly early, you will have to watch the weather closely starting September. The roads do close. You can do a big loop up to Srinagar, over to Leh & down to Manali. There are spectacular roads out of Leh, high passes & very remote places. Prepare well for the altitude. Back down towards Delhi you can probably stay coolish in rishikesh & Mcleodganj...

Wow you are one lucky guy to get to spend 4 months there. I have done it two times and rented a Enfield from Anu in Manali. He has newer bikes and uses only real parts and takes very good care of his bikes. I have done it from Manali and that is good place to start from to avoid the crush of Delhi and the heat of the south. He will pick you up from the airport south of Manali at Kullu. The route I have taken south of Manali to Shimlia and East to Reckong Peo up to Nako and over to Kaza through the Spiti Valley and then on to Keylong and North to Leh will give you some of the finest riding on this earth. They are building a new Dam in this area and once it is done this valley will be flooded and gone forever. It is high country so not a lot of people for sure. Very cheap and the temp in the summer will not be bad in Aug. It did not rain on me either trip except for one day on the Rohtang pass which is something else when it rains about 5 inches. This is Anu web site but I can not tell you enough times what a awesome trip it was. We rode for a month 2 up and will never forget it and I have ridden over 45 countries in the world.

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I thought that I had included this web address as it has a lot of great routes and reading to help you. Enjoy
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You could do a loop from Delhi, similar perhaps to the following example.

Start in Delhi, then head to Rishikesh, from Rishikesh, head to Shimla, and from there you can access Spiti Valley, a rough seven or eight days motorbiking through one of the remotest regions in the world. If you survive that and the bike is still in once piece, you should arrive in Manali for repairs, and some relaxation. Once you are ready to go, it is then a 4-5 day journey to Leh. Again this is also very remote but you can count on passing jeeps and trucks to assist you, should you break down. It is wise to plan these trips well, and be prepared for freezing night time temperatures on the passes.

Once you arrive at Leh, use Leh as a base to explore Ladakh. You could easily spend 3-4 weeks in Ladakh, using your bike to get out to visit places like the Nubra Valley, etc. From Leh you can head east; it takes 2-3 days to arrive in Srinagar, if you feel you have still not had enough of remote mountain landscapes, extremely poor roads, etc, think about doing Zanskar, a 5-7 day return trip through the Zanskar range, it is a stunning, remote, beautiful, and very testing journey. People are put off, because you must return the same way you get there; and the 'road' is appalling. One of the biggest draws to go there is that nobody else does.

You access it from a town called Kargil, which is near enough bang in the middle between Srinagar and Leh. Once you arrive in Kashmir, take it easy and enjoy the beautiful scenery. You could easily spend a very relaxed two weeks in Kashmir, check the political situation, respect that fact that Muslims have different ideas about dress code, etc, and you'll find it a hospitable place as anywhere else in India. The only problem with Kashmir is getting out, I did the road a few years ago and you'll be battling with a lot of drunken truck drivers, dozens of military trucks storming past you, and everything in-between.

Some areas are not that friendly to outsiders and things can get out of control quickly because tensions run high along the boarders. You should plan your route well, leave early, and head to a place called Pathenkot*, or something like that, from there it is an easy days ride to Dharamasala, if you still have time left, I'd suggest you go to Delhi via The Punjab, visiting Amirista, break the journey at Chandighar, or even take a detour to Rajasthan, and arrive back at Delhi with enough time to sell/return the bike and spend a few days in Delhi to relax, and visit its many attractions.

Good luck

* there is a bypass road that keeps to the hills. You might want to check this; when I did it, it was said to be in very poor condition and washed out, but maybe they paved it now.

Godammit, now I have one more thing in the "Things to do before I die" list......

Very tempting indeed. Thanks for a brilliant description of this part of the world!

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Motivational reading (?) at Indian Himalayas TBSdotCom

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Great information!
I will post my trip here.

Thanks mate!

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This is +/- the route . It's only a draft and It will change. Just to give you an idea. What do you think?

Martin

PS. I tried to be more specific but the new google maps sucks

Hi Martin,

That looks great! You'll have to pack for two different climates (assuming you're going in the summer), as it will be scorching hot in Gujarat and Rajasthan, but warm/cool in Ladakh, and pleasant in the lower regions of the Himalayas (Kashmir valley, Himachal, etc). Kutch is an amazing region and lends itself to adv riding, fairly quiet but good paved roads. You still find a lot of tribal cultures, in fact Kutch is well known for it. The region is going through rapid change, so maybe it's not the place I remember it.

There is a great monastery called Than, if my memory serves me correctly, this could be a good place if you fancy staying somewhere a bit different. Other than that, some highlights along the way might be Mount Abu, Udaipur, and it is probably worth detouring out to the far-west of Rasjathan, if you have the time. Again, time permitting, Diu in Gujarat is a real highlight, and a wonderful place to relax, as well as being something of an oddity, given that it was once a Portugese colony, right up until the 1970's, so the locals speak Portuguese and go to church on a Sunday for Mass

Have you ridden in India before? It's certainly an experience one does not forget easily. In India, the roads are used for just about anything, and by just about anything. Sometimes farmers use it to dry crops, nobody has right of way though it usually relates to mass - highest first, and traffic moves anywhere from school children walking at the side of the road, meandering cows, all the way to reckless HGV's overtaking a bus at 70mph, honking like crazy and scattering oncoming traffic.

Be prepared to get forced off the road several times a day, so always keep an eye out on the conditions along the left-lane, because when that oncoming TATA truck driver overtakes another truck, it won't be him hitting the dirt at 60mph, or worse, a herd of goats, child, etc, etc. I found its best to just cruise along at 40mph, but certainly no more than 60mph. If you do have an accident, consider that many people recommend leaving the scene as fast as possible and reporting it to the police later, because often accident scenes can turn violent, especially if the mob perceive some injustice. I guess you just have to use your gut feeling in these situations...

Someone told me a driver side-swipped him at a junction, it was in no way his fault, but when the police turned up, he got the blame, and upon demanding an explanation why, the policeman simply said 'well sir, it was your fault because it was you who came to India'!!! As a foreigner, you get cut a lot of slack in India, but it can sometimes pull the other way, so be mindful of this. Other than that, drive safe and you'll have a trip of a lifetime, experiencing a multitude of cultures, ages, landscapes, languages, cuisines, etc. India is a fantastic place to travel and I couldn't think of a better bike to do it with than a Royal Enfield!!!

Since i am INDIAN, i will be knowing good
as u said u r coming from JUNE to SEPTEMBER
india has a climate
November to March- Winter
April-may - spring
June-jule- summer
august-oct-rainy
But in north india you may not seem to have much winter.. and you can go with a Enfield and can tour the Himalayas, I am also a north india living in shimla (famous Hill station) and my friends Enfield is free nowadays, you can keep that. i wont charge you anythng, since i will be also visiting leh ladakh and other hilly places and we can travel along if you are comfortable.
mail me @ amitbhp@gmail.com
since i m not a frequent horizon member.

Wish you luck horizon member

Have been reading all the wonderful replies on the north india riute. we are looking to drive from Mumbai through Rajasthan and then, Sikkim Darjeeling, into Nepal. what will the temperatures and humidity be in March and April in that area? i am new to this forum i do hope i can ask this? many thanks
jill

India is a vast country. Pick any place according to your schedule. I have listed below some of the interesting places in northern India :

Manali, Himachal Pradesh
Ladakh, Jammu & Kashmir
Gangtok, Sikkim
North Sikkim, Sikkim
Srinagar, Jammu & Kashmir
Mcleodganj, Himachal Pradesh
Valley of Flowers, Uttarakhand
Spiti, Himachal Pradesh
Tawang, Arunachal Pradesh
Kinnaur, Himachal Pradesh
Kasol, Himachal Pradesh
Lamayuru, Jammu & Kashmir
Sanasar, Jammu & Kashmir
Kaza, Himachal Pradesh
Harsil, Uttarakhand

You can also check out more places online.

Hi,

Done this ride about 8 years ago,and wrote a little story about it,for the Ulysses Club magazine: Riding on,here in Australia.


Adventure before dementia, riding in the Indian Himalayans.

As with so many of us, I rekindled my love with motorbikes. Doing so, after retiring from a demanding 24/7 job a while ago. I’m glad I did, because its great. I bought a second hand machine and rode 5000 km in 4 months. First mainly on my own, to re-familiarise myself with the basics, then later riding together with others to polish and refine those skills.

Once I went on a ride with a friend, he has been riding all over southern Africa for 25 years while he lived there. After our trip we had a and I asked him: what do you think about riding in the South west of WA?
“Oh, its great.” he said. “The roads are good, little traffic, the speed limit is a pain, there’s usually sunshine, but honestly it’s just pussy footing around!”

I couldn’t quite comprehend what he meant, I had always thought this is a biker’s paradise. What else was out there? Having plenty of time and some money on hand, I spread my wings to do some riding somewhere else. I had written the words: “do something extraordinary” on my bucket list earlier on and set about researching a real motorcycling adventure.

Inspiration came via the Riding On magazine and the internet, where I found a travel company in New Delhi in India who specialised in adventure motorbike tours. Found out there was only two vacancies left on 2009s last Himalayan tour.
My current boss (dear wife) agreed, it was a great idea, so I booked two places, one for me and another one for my fellow biker son Greg. We found cheap flights on the net and off we went.

I was a bit sceptical on the flight over; was this seemingly friendly company with the nice website actually legit? What would the traffic be like? Luckily I had prior experience in India, more than 30 years ago as we travelled overland through the country, along the hippie trail. I have very fond memories of warm people with genuine smiles, very easy to get along with and always eager to make a buck.

Many things have improved since then, but not the basics. Its still typical India and extremely crowded, dirty, undisciplined, sometimes even horrible, but always incredibly fascinating.

On the roads however, things step up a whole extra level. The traffic is absolutely disastrous, most roads are pretty bad, constant potholes, clouds of black diesel smoke pouring out of trucks, livestock like cows, goats, dogs, sheep, donkeys, horses, camels, monkeys, you name it. The main traffic rule is simple, just don’t obey any and keep yourself alive. The biggest car/truck/bus or military convoy simply demands the right of way. Flexibility is a must, constant horn blowing is vital communication and swearing inside your helmet can be a useful stress management tool.

We had our first riding practise in New Dehli, on unfamiliar Royal Enfield Bullets. Much has been written about these ancient bikes. Some 60 years ago the factory was located in the UK, after they went bankrupt, the whole operation was shipped to India. It has been operating there ever since and the bike specifications have had, until recently no changes, except for the front disc brake and double horn upgrade, the most important things on Indian roads.

To ad to the confusion the gear lever is on the right, and you push the level down to go up a gear, pull it up to go down a gear. The foot brake is on the left hand side where you’d expect the gear lever to be. There is no electric starter, only a kick-start, to operate it you have to use the decompression lever to clear the cylinder. If you forget to do this, it will kick you in a way you won’t forget for the rest of your life. If you don’t constantly rev it, especially at low speed, the bastard will stall. It is terrifying when your bike stalls, while you are negotiating potholes and suddenly finding yourself face to face with speeding two trucks on their overtaking manoeuvres around one of the endless blind corners on those tiny gravel roads up in the Himalayas. Especially with an unsecured 100 m vertical drop straight down from the road edge, emergency stops in such situations this occurred very often on some days.

But the bikes are very agile, manoeuvrable and ultimately tough machines. They continued chugging on through dust, rain, mud and endless deadly mountain obstacles. Being on an organised tour, we were lucky that we did not have to worry about bike reliability because there was a mechanic travelling in the escort bus behind us. After a 10 hour day of riding through bumpy roads in the magic 3rd gear, doing 15 to 60 km/h, the last thing anyone has nerves for is maintenance or repairs. On the rare occasions something needed doing, such as my son’s bike’s accelerator cable broke, our mechanic Shiraz jumped immediately into action, popped off the fuel tank and had the cable replaced within 5 minutes.

The trip started with a blessing of the bikes, riders and pillions in Lord Ganesha’s name (the Hindu Elephant headed god) by the Indian organisers, it was quite a touching ceremony. We were a small group of, riders from Australia, UK, India, Germany, Muscat and NZ, including two couples with their wives as pillions. So the adventure had started.

Our first leg of the journey was via train from Delhi to Chandrigar where the actual riding began. We all struggled at the beginning, adjusting to death wish-riding by Australian standards. Luckily on the first stretch of road there was slightly less traffic, so we all had a chance to familiarise ourselves with the roads and these glorious Enfield’s. The leader of our entourage, was an Indian tour guide named Sayed. His bike was always in front and the rest followed suit, learning on the fly how to stay alive and adjust to the organised chaos by weaving in and out of all directions of traffic.


Generally we more or less had sight to the bike in front of ours, but this often changed due to unpredictable conditions and sometimes the gaps opened up to a few km. Somehow we always managed to regroup and didn’t miss any turns on chaotic highways.

First, we went through the tunnel of death. This is a 2.7 km long cavity cut through a mountain, the lights are so dim a moth would get lost and there are 2 lanes with no divider for oncoming traffic. Now ad to this mix an unkept road surface, cutting edge 1950s headlight technology and an onslaught of speeding cars, tractors, bikes and Indian truck drivers who all constantly overtake each other through the deafening roar of the darkness. They have learned to actively apply the same skills bats use at night to fly through dark spaces by beeping their horns and listening for a response as a type of vehicle echo location system. Life is cheap on Indian roads, but somehow we made it through unscathed, to Shimla that night, where the old English colonial past is still very present.

Next day we went on to Manali, a nice town where we had the first day of rest. Roads and traffic where still reasonable but became slightly more demanding to ride. I took the opportunity to have may boots polished and bargained the price down from 400 Rupees to 30 Rupees, probably still too much, but the kid was nice.

Off to Keylong , it was a hard ride due to the heavy rain the day before. The mountains had begun and the road was littered with big washouts, landslides, water and rock falls. Sometimes we had to wait for a bulldozer to arrive and clear a path. It took us 7 hours of hard riding to cover just 110 km. In addition everyone started to feel the dizzying effects of altitude, getting up to 3978 m on top of the pass. The sophistication of things like food and accommodation were becoming more basic now, there were few luxuries.


The trip to Sarchu went through a 60 km desert like flat plateau, with no road or any marking, only sand and some of it was very loose. Sometimes one would see a truck, followed by a cloud of dust somewhere off the in the distance, but staying on course in the riding direction was just guesswork and luck. It’s also very scary to get bogged in what seemed to be quicksand, especially with all the riders disappearing unknowingly onto the horizon. Somehow we all managed to make it to the tent camp in Sarchu, which is 4408 m above sea level. Being not acclimatised to this altitude,made it very hard to breathe normally, any fast movements would slow me down, feeling unease. Woke up at 3 am gasping for breathe, the mind instinctively searching for answers, “Is this normal, or am I having a heart attack?”. So here at Sarchu, I spent one of the worst night’s of my life, surpassed only during my national service in the sixties in the mid winter of the Bavarian Alps.

During breakfast next morning, one of the fellow riders came into the mess tent and said , “We are all mad, all nutters, paying money to go through this hell, I never thought I would survive this night.”

The following day we were having a break at a roadside stall. Here we met a film crew of the European TV station Arte. They where shooting a documentary, about the five most dangerous roads in the world. Will go on air next year over there and hopefully we can watch it on SBS on day.
Soon we all made it to Leh, the capital of Ladakh, to enjoy a day of rest, sightseeing, Internet and shopping. The Dalai Lama has a residence in Leh and my son even managed to get a brief encounter with him.

Here we were in the thick of the Himalayas. These unforgettable days were spent riding awe as the scenery was absolutely spectacular. Our tiny motorbikes were dwarfed by timeless giants, rocky formations which have stood in serene peace as long as humanity has been on this planet. One could clearly see the beauty of geological formations caused by tectonic plates as their massive yet graceful forces had shaped the landscape and pushed it towards the sky at a glaciers pace.

So we rode up to the mighty Khardung La, at an altitude of 5603 m, this is the highest motor able pass in the world. The air is pretty thin up there, the previous day a tourist had collapsed and died due to breathing difficulties. Anything other than slow walking has the potential to wind you and even riding a motor bike up was exhausting, so you can imagine our absolute amazement to see a small group of professional cyclists who had ridden their bicycles to the top! The views up there were unbelievable, an unending pattern majestic mountains rising up through the clouds. We only stayed at this altitude for 30 minutes, any more would have been unsafe, so we headed back down the windy mountain road into Leh.

Blessings were with us on our next days trip as some of the main roads had improved greatly, due to mobility requirements of the Indian Army. They have a high military presence close to the Chinese and Pakistani border and out of 1.2 Million + people in the forces the majority are deployed in this region. It took France and Germany 3 wars and more than 100 years, till they became friends, pulled down the border posts and use a common currency, they have a long way to go.

The following days we continued to Zori La Mountain pass, roads with a 500 m sheer down on the left and 500 m straight up towards the sky on the right. Unsurprisingly at the bottom of these drops we saw a few shells of a trucks which had come to a tragic end.The track continued on and in the middle of nowhere we arrived at the famous 1000 year old Monastery, tucked away in the mountains.

Onwards down the terrible roads, littered with army convoys, reaching Kargill after 12 hours on the road. We were totally buggered but the lower altitude meant easier breathing and sleeping. Being in Kashmir now, the majority of the population are Muslims. No available.

Off to Srinagar, where we stayed 2 nights on a beautiful houseboat on Dal Lake. Despite the warning of our guide of ongoing terrorist activity, we went to town. In front of the post office were many soldiers, barbed wire, a metal detector checkpoint and a machine gun behind sandbags. Wouldn’t let us take pictures, afraid we may sell them to the Pakistanis. Met lovely people, they all would like to live in peace.

Than, diarrhoea hit me, can happen in India. No visitor is spared, despite all precautions. It is no fun when one is riding a bike in a highly populated foreign country. As my belly started again in the middle of a small town, I stopped to look for an opportunity to relieve myself, when I saw a cop. Indians are always eager to show of their English. When I asked for a public toilet, he pointed all around and said: “Open system in India, beside road”.

By now we were past the Himalayan foothills and onto the plains. The danger had reverted back from falling off cliffs on blind corners, to sheer mass volume of vehicles. We completed a long ride to Amritsar, the capital of Punjab and homeland of the Sikhs and their unique golden temple. Where an army of volunteers is serving 100 000 meals a day, on public holidays twice as many, free to every one who is hungry. Beautiful atmosphere and a touching expression of humanity at its best.

On our final riding day we were treated to the border ceremony in Wagah, the only open border post between India and Pakistan. It is closed at night and every evening there is a “Closing the Gates” ceremony, where thousands of spectators on both sides of the border watch soldiers performing the show. These soldiers are ferocious looking as they march, parade and stamp in a display of strength during this war game. Hysterical masses on both sides are shouting: “Hindustan” or “Pakistan”. Some of the fanatics take this very seriously, until finally they slam shut the big iron gate closing the border.


Back to town and the war on the road starts. All these agitated Indian drivers, it was an absolute nightmare. The road was full with all sorts, cars with no lights, high beam, one light, push bikes, rickshaws, busses, trucks, taxis, cows, the whole lot came to our last ride. I still wonder how we made it, but somehow we did. On the last days we did a bit of relaxed touristing to Agra and the Taj Mahal by train and then our Indian trip came to an end.

It was simply unforgettable, father and son became great mates, we made many good friends, had countless near misses and even through we tragically underestimated how difficult it would be, we proved we rise up to the challenge.

So probably, instead of buying another bike, a bigger one of course, for pussy footing around the Southwest, I will put another biketrip, on the bucket list.