The old and rickety Bajaj Pulsar 150cc painstakingly climbed a hill to reveal a landscape befitting the American South. Golden brown wheat fields dotted with wooden huts. It transported me to the Wheat Belt of the United States. But, here, in the 'Abode of Clouds', it looked out of place. The ride so far had taken me past majestic grey hills, picturesque green valleys, idyllic hamlets and an emerald green river. What lay in front of me was the ultimate prize.