A motorcycle trip to Ladakh had been a dream for quite some time. I have heard people talk about it. I read about it and always thought how it would feel to ride your bike on the highest roads in the world. How it would feel to stand in what everyone calls as "Biker's paradise". I have been planning and cancelling for last 5 years. It was 4th time that a plan of taking my bike up there was all set again. A plan that was finalized 3 times before and then got cancelled, last time a day before I was suppose to go with my cousin. So the fear of plan getting cancelled again was very high. I kept my fingers crossed for months and didn't talk about it at all, to anyone. I made a list of to do things weeks before and as the day kept getting closer, I started preparing for the "ride of my life". Got my Royal Enfield ready and packed my bags. Finally the D Day arrived and I was all set to start my journey with a very close friend, Mohammed Shoaib.