My first campsite of the trip was in Sarchu, on the Manali-Leh highway. I roamed around the windy, desolate plateau to find a good spot to pitch my tent. It was a struggle to get it right, and I began to grow frustrated. The moment I was envisioning, of starry night and golden peaks, vanished into thin air. But going solo, you don’t have anyone else to blame for the decisions you make along the way. In the morning though, the drama in the sky more than made up for it. When I unzipped my tent, I was greeted by astonishingly bright red clouds, reflected in the river below. Alas, it passed too quickly to capture on my camera.

Riding Solo In The Himalayas

by Samyak Kaninde

My first campsite of the trip was in Sarchu, on the Manali-Leh highway. I roamed around the windy, desolate plateau to find a good spot to pitch my tent. It was a struggle to get it right, and I began to grow frustrated. The moment I was envisioning, of starry night and golden peaks, vanished into thin air. But going solo, you don’t have anyone else to blame for the decisions you make along the way. In the morning though, the drama in the sky more than made up for it. When I unzipped my tent, I was greeted by astonishingly bright red clouds, reflected in the river below. Alas, it passed too quickly to capture on my camera.