Chanatal Lake at 4500 Metres.

Bumped into this Russian guy camping along the route to Chanatal lake and stopped for coffee with him. For some reason he wasn't to keen to have his photo taken. Not sure why, he didn't speak English and I don't speak Russian.

Chandatal Lake, a beautiful setting but just getting my bag from the bike to the camp site was such an effort. The altitude was above 4500 metres and I had Altitude sickness.

These roads were so rough not only for the bike, but on my arse.

Landslides and more landslides. Just another day.

The road to Spiti Valley.

This is the Spiti Valley. It was so beautiful and at the same time a Barron desert. The thing that I will remember most is the clear night sky's and the stars. Stars like this I have only seen in books and on TV.

Just another obstacle to pass, this are common place and you get used to them. I gave up wearing my boots and wore crocs, getting wet boots in the cold mountains wasn't much fun.

This was my hotel for my first night and I was so grateful to find it. After driving all day in the rain and getting extremely cold it was like finding an oasis in the desert.

Me arriving and at the hotel above and very cold wet and hungery.

Some Nature to Boot

Obstacles and more obstacles...!!

One of the many landslides on my travels through the Himalayas. You just get used to them..

I had to cross this river as there was no bridge, not sure what happened to it. But their were 4 enterprising young men helped me across for 60 pence between them, it didn't stop the bike and I from going over in the water though, but it did get me to my destination. Others went so lucky and had to take a two or three day detour.

Waiting for the road to be cleared, so I could continue my journey..

Another landslide to contend with..