The most challenging and rewarding riding I’ve ever done was in Upper Mustang, Nepal, in January this year. The ride cut through the Himalayas in winter, reaching heights of 4,000 metres on the way to the Kingdom of Lo, a Tibetan land similar in nature to Ladakh.
The terrain was surreal. It’s a juxtaposition of opposites: desert and winter mountains; dry intense gorges and icy flowing waters; hot sunlight and freezing cold shade. It was like riding in a forgotten land. Isolation shouts as loudly as the silence. There is real vulnerability being there alone.