I wonder what got me through those three days, 490kms, mucky roads, ice cold streams and lonely passes as high as Taglang La and Khardung La. It was probably the feeling of victory I felt after crossing each pass, or may be it was the encouraging thumbs-up from other bikers who passed by. May be it was the locals and their kids with pink cheeks that welcomed us in their homes, gave us food and wished us well for the remaining ride. The Indian army trucks that slowed down to let us cross and the soldiers offering biscuits was a definite feel good. It could also be the reassuring sight of colourful prayer flags on snow capped peaks or the stacked stones that some say bring good luck to travelers. May be it was just the raw and majestic form of nature that rewarded us at every turn.