As soon as I arrived in Nepal I noticed that the Royal Enfield, 350 Bullet was a popular choice of motorbike. Instantly I knew that I had to get one, with her bulbing petrol tank and that authentic, grizzly noise. She’s a classic and we all know that classics never go out of style because they’re timeless; as in the same way a Stevie Nicks number fails to get old.
Rami, the tour operator but more importantly my friend, was well connected, we got the bike and some black market petrol as a result of the fuel crisis. He’d take me the following day to Sarangkot to watch sunrise, along with my friend Eleanor.
I should have had an early night as we had a 5 am start, but there were two brown eyed girls from Barcelona and a rock n roll bar with live music that sold good mojito. The rest is history.
It was cold, fresh and starry skied when I met Rami before sunrise. He was talking to the night warden of my lodge and as I approached he looked a little worried as the guard had informed him that I had only arrived back two hours ago. I just smiled, you can sleep when you’re dead, but for now, let’s kick start that sexy Enfield and hear her roar.
Climbing up the twisty road towards Sarangkot the air felt colder and the darkness was dominated by a clear moon. He’s hell of a boy Moony, he’s out every night! The Enfield simply makes you feel good, utilising her gears on every corner and listening to her roar. There’s an energy that comes off the classic bike, the same energy that radiates from a woman when you kiss her between her legs. It’s magic in existence.
The sunrise is spectacular, as they always are, and provides you with a glimpse of the heavens. For that short period of time, from when the sun first appears in the skyline until it is fully exposed, it reminds you that you’re part of something more. Something more complex, diverse and interconnected than you’d ever know; the consciousness of the ever evolving universe.
The dawn sunrise lights up the Annapurna Himalayan mountain range, like a mother’s love lights the heart of her child. This is real. Are the mountains not the child of the sun? And are we, humans, nothing but a speck in the overall scheme of things. A minor speck that causes so much destruction, why is that? Is it not time to evolve, the industrial revolution took a hundred years, the technological maybe a decade, the revolution of consciousness is next and can happen immediately.
A new way of thinking that breaks the illusion of separation. No longer divided by religion, ideologies or culture, just one race called humanity that is connected and responsible for our planet.
For the rest of the day, I just let the engine of my Enfield roar visiting the Tibetan Refugee Settlements and exploring roads to the unknown. Due to the fuel crisis the Tibetan Refugee Settlement has not seen many visitors, so I spent 2500 rupees on the simple bracelets they make. It’s only about twenty quid, but they were so grateful because they haven’t had much income there for weeks. As I was leaving, one of the older Tibetan men approached me on my motorbike and put a bracelet on my wrist, he couldn’t speak English. One of the younger women came over and explained that he wanted to give it to me to say thank you for spending money at every stall, it meant that each family would benefit.
It was a classic end, to a classic day. Turn up Stevie Nicks…