Globe Gallivanting- motorbiking across the world

The next day we were due to leave for Passu, a 3 hour drive away.   It took us 8 hours.  The place was full of JCB s, excavating vast chunks out of the mountains to widen the road.   The ‘culvert construction’ diversions continued, mostly into mud.     We only fell in once, when we were going through a river and hit an underwater boulder.  There was no disaster though, I jumped off and pushed the bike back up, and we carried on.         We stopped for watermelon and mango juice at a roadside shack, by a bubbling brook that the drinks were kept cold in.       The route was stunning.  Every time you turned a corner it got more incredible, with massive mountain vistas.  There were huge chunks of snow and ice.  There was an enormous glacier in the distance.     The water rushing everywhere meant there were fruit orchards and grassy meadows.   The restaurant was perched high on a rock in ...

  The next day we rode from Sindh into Punjab, and the police changed into big Punjabi guards.  They wore ‘PUNJABI ELITE FORCE’ T-shirts with the ‘No Fear’ logo on the back.     They went fast, and for very long periods of time.  They relayed each other, so the handovers were rolling, and we still didn’t get to stop.  The driving was manic and very unsafe.  Being behind the police cars was definitely far worse that not being anywhere near one, security threat or not.  I lost the wallet.  I left the zip on the tankbag open, and it must have fallen out on the road.  It contained Adam’s driver’s licence, 130 quid in Rupees, and 100 quid in dollars.  Funnily enough, I wasn’t that popular that day. The Uruguayans were great, and paid for everything for us all day.  They even bought us ice creams.    Suddenly, the police truck in front swerved, causing the Uruguayans to emergency brake.  The police off...