Backwaters
Our tour boat glided slowly through Kerala’s backwaters.
We gazed out over palm trees and life along the riverbanks.
Yes, we’ve seen similar scenes while pedaling, but here we didn’t have to worry about Tata trucks blasting past us.
Our tour boat glided slowly through Kerala’s backwaters.
We gazed out over palm trees and life along the riverbanks.
Yes, we’ve seen similar scenes while pedaling, but here we didn’t have to worry about Tata trucks blasting past us.
The Shwedagon is one of Buddhism’s most sacred sites and it’s stunning! The immense gilded stupa is surrounded by temples filled with an array of Buddha statues.
There’s a constant buzz of activity as Burmese from all walks of life come here to pray, give offerings and even have their fortune told.
From Luang Prabang, we took the slow boat to Huay Xai.
For two leisurely days, we observed life along the riverbanks: children playing, men casting fishing nets, and women washing clothes.
The icing on the cake was sailing past the steep hills that we no longer had to pedal over.
The landscape heading up from Sary Tash is spectacular, with its multicolored mountains and thick snowpacks.
But it’s not a place you want to linger, as multi-day storms regularly pass through…
Enormous, overwhelming, immense— these are just a few of the adjectives used to describe the Pamir scenery.
To truly appreciate how awe-inspiring it is, you have to pedal through it yourself.
“Ophir Pass? It’s spectacular! You guys shouldn’t have a problem cycling up it,” the tourist information lady assured us.
Maybe she had been altitude training—or perhaps she was just exaggerating—because we suffered. Unacclimatized, we found ourselves struggling to reach the summit.
But she was right about the views. We eventually pitched our tent near the top, rewarded with a stunning panorama of the San Juan Mountains.
The last thing we expected to see while traveling along the polluted, overcrowded Delhi-Jaipur highway was Amber Fort.
It’s a beacon of elegance that rises above the Aravalli hills.
Once inside, we felt miles away from the chaos of India.
Rental bike owners make offerings to Durga; to ensure a safe year on the road.
Nepal isn’t just soaring mountains.
The Mahendra Highway runs through the Terai, a strip of flat land between the Indian border and the Himalayan foothills.
It has a serene, simple beauty, so unlike the frantic chaos of neighboring India.
As the Liemba slowed, we watched the passenger boats racing to dock alongside it.
They competed fiercely, as their earnings depended on the number of passengers and the amount of freight they carried back to shore.
The scene was reminiscent of the chariot race from Ben-Hur.