Author: Jithin James

It was four of us; Poth, Chachan, and Ringo ( read as not important) besides myself. Chachan has already been to Ladakh a year before. He was planning to give the trip a miss this time, as he was still recovering from a knee surgery. Nevertheless, after repeated emotional blackmail and badgering (and a promise

We were all up early morning and changed into the riding gear. Our first pit stop was Tsomoriri Lake. The road was 220 km long with intermittent bad patches. The ride was a bit bumpy. After a while we reached Upishi. Upishi is a crossroad, and one of the roads lead to Manali. After the