Success!

We bade faewell to our military hosts, ahead it starts to get a bit more tricky. Pausing to take photos, I sent my ladies on in front of me - only a guide (or an anxious mother) can spot her brood on the road - look carefully

It's difficult enough just spotting the road to be fair

we did have one nasty moment when we realised we had lost Barbara, and our calls echoed round the mountain side as I headed back down to find her. A wrong gear at a crucial moment had caused her to fall - luckily NOT over the precipice and then as she got her breath back, a nice family stopped and offered to help her pick up her bike.

We rode on a bit more cautiously - but our nemesis soon made itself known in the form of a comvoy of Army trucks - ten of them, driving slowly up the twisting road which is so narrow and gravelly that it is impossible to overtake much of the time.
It was a case of deep breath, thumb on horn and hope for the best as I overtook each one. I'm afraid in a situation like this, it's every woman for themselves as we each risked going perilously close to the edge at every attempt to overtake - and rememebr, we're having to do it 10 times each
Plus deal with the frustrated car drivers who have got trapped behind and between the trucks and are having even more issues overtaking.

I'm ahead once more and look back at scenes like this

and this

At which point my chest swells with pride, that some of these riders who have never even ridden off-road before coming to India are undertaking manoeuvres like this with such confidence - Go Girls

And we make it...we reach the highest pass in the world - Khardung La