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Backroads With Betsy: Motorcycling Trip of a Lifetime Riding in the Himalayas

Pushing limits, seeking new horizons

By Betsy Huelskamp
12/3/2013


The Himalayas have been calling me since I was a young woman. Having visited there half a dozen times, I cannot begin to explain why in a page of words. A page is flat and the words are black and white. The Himalayan Mountains surround you with 360 degrees of visual splendor that can never be captured fully by the lens of a camera. It is more than a visual masterpiece, it is a journey of the spirit that cannot be described with words; it can only be felt.
Backroads with Betsy Motorcycling in the Himalayas prayer flags
Taking in the view of the Himalayas while surrounded by prayer flags.

Much like the magnificent mountains that surround your physical being, the spirituality of the people and their connection to their higher power is what makes these hills feel alive. The hills are alive, but not with sound; they’re alive with emotion.
I traveled to the Himalayas this past summer to meet the co-owner of Motorcycle Expeditions, the pre-eminent provider of motorcycle tours of the Himalayan region. Buddhi Singh Chand and I met on Facebook earlier this year and conversed back and forth about having me help him attract people to his tours. I told him I could do that, but I first must experience the tours on my own.

Stepping off the plane brought back memories of the first time I landed in Tibet. The nomads on the plane began to weep as the plane touched the ground, which made all of us weep, and we weren’t even sure why. They were happy to return to that emotion, to that spiritual place and connection. But now the nomads have been driven from Tibet, which is the very place that grounds and connects them. The northern Himalayas of India, where I would be exploring, is where many of the Tibetan refugees have fled seeking a new place to call home and the freedom to keep the beliefs that are the very essence of their existence.
Backroads with Betsy Motorcycling in the Himalayas free Tibet patch
My “Free Tibet” patch on my duffel bag that’s bound by bungee cords on my motorcycle’s luggage rack is representative of the sad state of affairs there—the people, not wanting to flee the place they love, yet prisoners in their own country if they stay.

The nomads who live in these mountains are pure in heart. Their lives exemplify the pleasure of simplicity. Their smiles are genuine, and their curiosity is inviting. As I look around my living room at the mementos I’ve collected through my trades with the nomads there, I remember each person and the story that goes along with it. The interactions were priceless. There is no other place on earth that calls me back, time and time again, like these magical mountains, and these spiritual people.
Backroads with Betsy Motorcycling in the Himalayas man in prayer
A man in prayer. “Om Mani Padme Hum” is the mantra of compassion, which is the need of the day, of every day, and is the focus of thought as often as possible.


Backroads with Betsy Motorcycling in the Himalayas Buddhi Singh Chand
Me with Buddhi Singh Chand, owner of Motorcycle Expeditions in India, who invited me to ride the Himalayas with him. Our motorcycles are Royal Enfield 500s, very popular in that region because they can handle just about any road condition.


Backroads with Betsy Motorcycling in the Himalayas woman in prayer
The woman I remember most from this trip. We spoke no words, just smiled. She sat down by me on an empty road for a long while and prayed, talked to some cows, and then went on her way.


Backroads with Betsy Motorcycling in the Himalayas little girl smiling
This brilliantly devious little girl made me laugh!


Riding through this virtually untouched landscape, the roads are in constant need of clearing and repair. This work is done mostly by the hard-working nomads of the land. As we came across a group of women sweeping and doing road maintenance, I offered to take over their jobs to free them up to indulge in a motorcycle ride with Buddhi. At first they seemed reluctant, but they gave in to the fun of the moment.
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Backroads with Betsy Motorcycling in the Himalayas road maintenance
Me, taking over the road maintenance.


Backroads with Betsy Motorcycling in the Himalayas Royal Enfield
Buddhi taking one of the women on a wild ride.


Women examine Buddhi's dreadlocks
Nomadic women had a comical curiosity about how Buddhi’s dreadlocks were attached to his head.


Having traveled through the various countries of the Himalayas mostly by foot, I wondered how it would feel to travel through a place—that virtually stands still in time—on a motorcycle. Motorcycles have been my main source of transportation in the U.S, and have taken me on nearly every back road between the West Coast and the Mississippi. But part of what I love about traveling through third world countries is doing it at their pace, and blending into the fiber of life, which allows for a natural interaction with the surroundings. I worried that traveling at warp speed would mean passing by the very things I’ve come there to experience. So along the road, whenever I caught someone looking at the motorcycle or smiling and waving in my direction, I took the opportunity for an exchange.

Young children on roadside in the Himalayas
I stopped to visit with the children alongside the road. This photo cost me 12 chocolate bars.


Backroads with Betsy Motorcycling in the Himalayas Royal Enfield 500
It is the interactions with the people I enjoy the most. We would stop and give nomads a ride on the back of our motorcycles just to see their smiles.


Backroads with Betsy Motorcycling in the Himalayas little boys
Future "Bad Boys of Leh-Ladakh" on my Royal Enfield.


There is an art to stopping to interact with locals, and Buddhi has an easy and inviting nature. It is polite to ask before you point your camera at someone, especially older native people who have long feared that a camera can take away from their spirit. Respecting the beliefs and ways of the country I’m visiting is very important to me, even for a liberal thinker who may or may not agree with those ways. I always ask before taking out my camera, and I have learned it helps to have chocolate or cookies to share. Just about every being I encountered enjoyed sharing my sugarcoated crackers, so I made sure I always had a bag-full!

Backroads with Betsy Motorcycling in the Himalayas street dog cracker
Oh, how my heart broke every day over the mountain dogs that are in a constant struggle for survival. There are as many dogs as there are people, but few dogs are part of a family. They live on the streets, on their own, and in the wild.


Backroads with Betsy Motorcycling in the Himalayas donkey
Cute donkeys, like this one, live in the wild as well. This one had no problem joining me for an afternoon of crackers and conversation.


Backroads with Betsy Motorcycling in the Himalayas boy holding crackers
The faces of the children always warm my heart.


The animals in third world countries struggle for survival. Money and food are scarce, and dogs are at the bottom of the chain of who gets food. Even when they are treated poorly and never shown compassion, man’s best friend still sticks around hoping for scraps and leftovers. Most have never been shown compassion, and are afraid to even take the food, or let you touch them. Their faces are scarred from fighting. Their legs are broken or missing from fighting with the older, stronger dogs, or being hit by people or vehicles. If I was Noah, I would have filled the entire ark with every dog and brought it home. There are conditions in this world that break your heart, and leave you wondering, what can I do? The problem is so overwhelmingly out of control, what kind of solution could there ever be?
Backroads with Betsy Motorcycling in the Himalayas puppy
It is a dog-eat-dog world. Sadly, I learned where that phrase came from. This puppy was one of three, and I watched an older dog pick one up in her mouth and shake it almost to death as I ran screaming to its aid.


Backroads with Betsy Motorcycling in the Himalayas petting dog
I talked to every dog I passed, which is a lot of dog talking. The fear and sadness in their demeanor is something you can’t remove with one short visit and a hand full of crackers.


Backroads with Betsy Motorcycling in the Himalayas mom and kids
A mother carrying her children in a milk carton by the side of the road.


The sad characteristics of a place never prevent me from wanting to visit there. There is no place on earth without sadness. It is present in different forms. “Break my heart for what breaks yours…” is a phrase that touches me and comes to mind when I visit such places. Meaning, if it breaks my heart, then it must be breaking God’s heart too. I don’t ever want to become desensitized to the things that break my heart. I want it to break my heart. It should.

The only way change can occur is when we are moved to change. I want to see everything, and feel everything, and then come home and share it. Answers are only followed by questions, and questions evolve from the heartbreak of wondering, “How can we change what needs changing in our world?”

I love to travel, and I love to ride. I love taking pictures, and I love writing stories. I wanted to experience combining the things I love most. That’s why I agreed to accompany Buddhi on an extended tour of areas that might be of interest to people I know back home. Buddhi’s company, Motorcycle Expeditions, offers motorcycle tours throughout India, Tibet, Nepal and Bhutan. What I specifically set out to discover on this trip was if we could generate interest and organize small group expeditions to amazingly untouched roads in faraway places.

Being the “backroads” rider and traveler that I am, I most enjoy the peace and solitude that comes in traveling alone. I seek out the path less traveled, and I like to go in the opposite direction of the crowds. I had never been on an organized motorcycle tour, and didn’t know if it would feel right to me. That’s another reason I felt it was important to travel to India to check out this company and all it has to offer.

Backroads with Betsy Motorcycling in the Himalayas roadside donkey
Buddhi’s quirky sense of humor is just one of the many traits that set him apart. He went from helping some locals with their donkey’s already heavy loaded, to…


Backroads with Betsy Motorcycling in the Himalayas riding donkey
…"stealing" the donkey for a ride and making the small animal’s load worse! He brings laughter to every situation or problem that presents itself.



Backroads with Betsy Motorcycling in the Himalayas medical tent
Even at 17,586 feet, Buddhi was never too tired to joke around.

Buddhi and I planned a trip to ride the highest motorable passes in the world, and we scheduled it slightly before the season kicks off, when roads get crowded with tourists from all over the world.  Because it was still early in the season, we encountered snow and colder than normal conditions on some of the highest passes.
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Backroads with Betsy Motorcycling in the Himalayas Royal Enfield on mountain road
I asked for untouched back roads, and Buddhi delivered! For as far as the eye could see was one long bumpy dirt road carving its way up and down and back and forth through the high Himalayas.


Backroads with Betsy Motorcycling in the Himalayas snowy summit
Hey wait, where is everybody? I don’t understand why we are the only ones here? It’s such a beautiful day. Come on you guys, join us!


Backroads with Betsy Motorcycling in the Himalayas landslide
Just a few hours and we’ll have this little landslide cleared. Don’t worry, be happy! If you are in a hurry, this is not the place to visit.


The price of such an expedition is not cheap, and the truth of the matter is, you could probably do it yourself for less money. But I can tell you, I have traveled that way most of my life. I tried to pay attention to all of the pros and cons of going on an organized guided tour as opposed to winging it yourself. From the moment you land in a foreign country, if you do not speak the language, you are in for some difficulties.

By age 28, Buddhi spoke 10 languages and dialects, and never once did we encounter someone with whom he could not communicate. This is an incredible asset! Not to mention that he grew up in this region, and went off to Paris to study tourism in college. Because Buddhi is a native, he knew most everyone everywhere we went, so we were always welcomed warmly. This is especially helpful when crossing into areas where special permits are required just to be there. The official boarder people can be problematic and hold you up or turn you away for no reason. Luckily we sailed past checkpoints, and moved to the front of lines without questions.

Backroads with Betsy Motorcycling in the Himalayas Changla Summit
Changla Summit is at the challenging altitude of 17,586 feet. Signs tell you not to stay longer than 20 minutes before descending.


Backroads with Betsy Motorcycling in the Himalayas monks in snow
I started a snowball fight with these unsuspecting monks.


Backroads with Betsy Motorcycling in the Himalayas high altitude sign
The view takes your breath away, literally! Being at a high elevation, the thinner air and lack of oxygen makes you short of breath. You feel tired and weak beyond anything you’ve ever known.


Getting around the dirt roads of the Himalayas can be challenging on so many levels. The roads are poorly marked or not marked at all. Finding your way is beyond challenging, not to mention, driving here is done on the opposite side of the road, at least for those of us in the States. Drivers pass in the middle so it feels like a constant game of chicken, and at a pretty rapid pace. The roads are cluttered with trucks, cars, motorcycles, scooters, bicycles, people on foot, wild donkeys, mountain dogs, goats, chickens, and holy cows that can walk, stand or lay in the roads if they please. Buddhi just said, “Follow me,” and I did.

Backroads with Betsy Motorcycling in the Himalayas riding through puddle
Buddhi is a fearless leader, with a strong body and spirit, and endless energy!


Backroads with Betsy Motorcycling in the Himalayas highest motorable roads
At the warm and dry beginning of the highest motorable roads.


Backroads with Betsy Motorcycling in the Himalayas two Royal Enfields
The amazing views on the mountain roads.


I followed Buddhi through puddles the size of lakes, through rain and snow, mud and ice, cold and wind, hot and dry, and potholes upon potholes upon potholes—every condition possible in our month of travel. We stayed in local guesthouses, and with families of friends, but most of the time we stayed with Buddhi’s good friend named Tupstan, a Buddhist monk, who lives alone in a small house on the grounds of a monastery on the outskirts of Leh Ladakh in the Himalayas of northern India. 

The experiences I had with Buddhi are not necessarily what one would expect on a normal expedition that typically lasts 11 days and includes staying in a guesthouse and camping along the way. I appreciated the extended time I had with Buddhi, which allowed me unique experiences like getting to meet, stay and spend quality time with some of the locals. Mingling with the locals is the one part of the journey I seek the most, and the part I will never forget.

Backroads with Betsy Motorcycling in the Himalayas Buddhist monk meal
I tried to participate in the preparation of our food so that it wouldn’t be spicy, but Tupstan always snuck in the hot stuff when I wasn’t looking.


Backroads with Betsy Motorcycling in the Himalayas Buddhist monk home
Tupstan overlooking the valley below the monastery where he lives and prays.


When you are staying at such high altitudes like we were—between 11,500 to 17,500 feet—there are a multitude of problems to overcome including headaches, nausea, sleeplessness, and general fatigue. It’s important not to overdo it. A knowledgeable guide will help you to acclimatize at the correct pace. Once you get altitude sickness sometimes the only cure is to descend to a lower altitude, which can interrupt your whole journey.

Life in the Himalayas is harsh, and if you are not prepared for the elements, it can really beat you up. Externally, the extreme sun, wind, and reflection from the snow can take a toll on your body. Internally, the rule of thumb for food you eat is to boil it, peel it, or leave it. Rule of thumb for water: boil it, bring a filtering bottle, or drink bottled water with a good seal. I share these details because doing it right can make the difference between having an uncomfortable trip or a spectacular adventure.

An experienced guide will keep you from getting lost and will do his or her best to keep you out of dangerous areas. It means having someone look out for your best interests, for your physical health and your mental well being. Being in a third world country can be dangerous, confusing, scary, frustrating, and downright uncomfortable. But having a hilarious and silly guide like Buddhi can turn even the most difficult of situations into the funniest memories you’ll take home from a trip. With the right guide, it can be the amazing journey of a lifetime.

And that's exactly what Buddhi gave to me: an amazing journey of a lifetime in the Himalayas of northern India. He and Tupstan showed me incredible hospitality and taught me many things about the Buddhist culture and way of life.

Backroads with Betsy Motorcycling in the Himalayas young Buddhist monk
Growing up as a Buddhist monk.


Backroads with Betsy Motorcycling in the Himalayas small boy
The child of a family friend with whom Buddhi and I stayed along our journey.


I learned that a monk lives according to the economic ability of his family. For example, Tupstan has his own three-bedroom house on the monastery grounds. Most monks are not quite as fortunate. I learned that even though he has tremendous compassion toward people, he had little patience for the stray dogs that lived all along his road. He got irritated when I fed the dogs because then they would wait for me every day in front of his house, and would leave their messes that Tupstan did not appreciate having to clean up. When I noticed a big lizard on the wall of my bedroom and started talking to it, Tupstan came in and looked at it, squashed it with a towel, and threw it down the hole in the ground they call a toilet! Wait a second! On TV Buddist monks wouldn’t even kill a fly!

I learned to be careful brushing my hair, because it is disrespectful for a woman’s hairs to be beneath a man’s feet. What?! I learned that a Monk can have a nice house, a car, an iPhone, a nice gold watch, and a TV. He cannot, however, wear pants. What?!  So even when it was freezing outside during our jaunts on my motorcycle, all he is allowed to wear is a robe that flapped away in the wind on the back of my motorcycle. I could feel him shivering as he tightly held my waist.

Backroads with Betsy Motorcycling in the Himalayas Ladakh
Giving Tupstan a ride just behind the monastery where he lives on the outskirts of Ladakh.


Backroads with Betsy Motorcycling in the Himalayas monestary
A gathering of Buddhist monks from many monasteries for several days of prayer in Ladakh.


Tupstan is a very disciplined, orderly, and kind person, and took wonderful care of me. We enjoyed shopping for groceries, peeling, chopping and cooking dinner together. I woke up to his quiet chanting and sweeping every morning. He took meaningful care of his many house plants daily. At night we watched Bollywood videos, and Animal Planet. He spoke almost no English, but still he taught me much, and we laughed together constantly. I think mostly I learned that people are people. Buddist monks are not born with extraordinary compassion. But they devote their lives to learning, practicing, and exercising compassion. Just being in the presence and energy of this extraordinary man is something for which I will always be grateful.
Backroads with Betsy Motorcycling in the Himalayas handsome man
This young man worked on the street shining shoes in front of my favorite Internet cafe. He was deaf and mute, and ridiculously handsome! I walked through mud puddles dirtying my boots just so I could visit him each day.


Backroads with Betsy Motorcycling in the Himalayas woman praying
A woman I passed each day as she prayed sitting on the sidewalk. There are people who believe you shouldn’t give money to locals because you create a state of more begging. I believe that if your heart tells you to help somebody, and you can afford to do it you should, and I see the appreciation in their eyes when I do.


If you've ever dreamt of this type of adventure, visit MotorcycleExpeditions.com for more upcoming trips. Buddhi and I discussed several possibilities for custom expeditions we would plan together. Check my column here on WRN and my Facebook page, and my personal website for future developments. I would love to begin putting together a small group to adventure to Bhutan. If you want to join me, email me at calamitybz@aol.com. If you are not living life on the edge, you are missing the view! Let’s plan the next adventure together.

Backroads with Betsy Motorcycling in the Himalayas mountain view
A mother and her child sit on the edge of the world as the sun goes down, definitely not a view to miss.


Backroads with Betsy Motorcycling in the Himalayas river mountain view
The endless spectacular views.


Learn more about Betsy Huelskamp on the WRN Contributors page,  and at BetsyHuelskamp.com.

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