Ladakh 2011: Day Three

Ladies and Gentlemen!

An old rider once told me, "Son! it is not the first day and trust me lad! it is not the second either. It's the damn third one when you fall in love." and could he be more correct!!!!! All I wana do is share what is going on in my mind. Here goes a salute to the lands I am riding :

Oh let the sun beat down upon my face, stars to fill my dream I am a traveler of both time and space, to be where I have been To sit with elders of the gentle race, this world has seldom seen They talk of days for which they sit and wait and all will be revealed Oh, pilot of the storm who leaves no trace, like thoughts inside a dream Heed the path that led me to that place, yellow desert stream My shangri-la beneath the summer moon, I will return again Sure as the dust that floats high and true, when movin through kashmir. Oh, father of the four winds, fill my sails, across the sea of years With no provision but an open face, along the straits of fear Ooh, yeah-yeah, ooh, yeah-yeah, when Im down... Ooh, yeah-yeah, ooh, yeah-yeah, well Im down, so down Ooh, my baby, ooooh, my baby, let me take you there Let me take you there. let me take you there

We rode and the mountains roared in base voices. The wind kept us in meditative pose. I am so thrilled, and overwhelmed with the beauty that I cannot write much.

Let us just pray to the universe! Peace!

Team Ladakh 2011
Srinagar: 900 kilometer on the meter