Pic 6 - The busted tyre.
We were enroute Turtuk, the last village before the Pakistan border. This remote village is roughly 85 km away from the last know habitation (where we started from) with extremely bad road. Now guess what's coming!
We were 50 km into the journey when my bike started showing resistance. It had to be a ruptured tyre. I've been hit by nails, glass, wires etc on several occasions however one could easily continue riding, courtesy my MRF tubeless. But in one of the most remotest routes in India, things had to be different. It wasn't an everyday object but a 3cm long and sharp rock punched into my rear tyre. Pulling it out would have deflated the tyre completely. I continued riding with my body weight on the front tyre for the next 30 odd kms, looking for mankind. One of the slowest and the most arduous rides of the trip. I finally saw humanly faces. Young and beautiful humanly faces. Fortunately, they also had a mechanic amongst them(to me, he looked the most beautiful amongst everyone). After several attempts to fill the "crater", my bike was up and running. It felt amazing to rev the bike again after that gruelling 30 kms. That's me holding the asteroid that hit me. I've brought it home and intend to turn it into a key-chain. Ahh, that day! #Leh#ladakh#turtuk#travel#travelgram#explore#bike#bikelife#bikepacking#stories