My first bike tour out of country@amanatacca2020 |10% Beneficiary to @beauty of creativity

It was June 2018, according to the calendar; I was very depressed about something that had happened to me. Nothing was going well; I was trying to find a way out of the depression I was experiencing. In my opinion, the only way I can find my way out of this situation is by getting lost. If I could go to Darjeeling, that would be great. Then I decided to change the plan and go to Manali instead. As far as the budget was concerned, no one agreed with it. As a result, I insisted that you were all going to go [Rupu and Palash, the dew was still not in the plan] If no one goes, I will go alone. I will then be able to go to Rupu and Palash on the condition that they will give me a bike tour while I am there.

I don't think about bike tours, risks, hill stations, or rainy times; I know I have to go. At the end of June 2nd, suddenly, with Shishir. I said to meet for 5 minutes or not. I will tell the Shishir !!! So my job was the total planned tour, visa, and ticket. And arrange the international driving license of the bikers. Shishir said he would go. After the international driving license of the bikers, now it is the turn of the visa. Palash, Shishir, and I got my visa, but for some reason, the embassy did not give Rupu sahib a date of August 13th, 2018. August 23rd is the Eid of Qurbani. August 21st is the last date for visa issuance. I submitted for a visa again on the 14th. Let me tell you that I booked all our flight tickets for June 16th. Then on August 21st, Rupu got his visa.

The Journey began 31 hours.
After the day of Eid Ul Azha, I left home at 5 am on. We started the Journey at 5.30. I picked Shishir up from his house in Moghbazar. Our tour was a bit risky because we left at 5.30, and our flight was at 1.05 Indian time. We reached Akhaura land port at 9. Akhaura immigration office was memorable. The immigration officer was friendly enough to say he was going for a walk. When I entered India Immigration, it was like that, and I was sad to see our immigration office; there is no scanning machine, and they don't want to trouble you anymore. At 10.10, our flight is 1.05 minutes.

I don't know anything about the new place. 20-25 people in front of the airport. Someone told the officer that we had a flight. The immigration officer said he opened a separate counter for those who have a flight. Within 20 minutes, we completed our immigration work. Now another danger sign, we all ran out of dollars. Now money exchange shops don't open before 11 o'clock; we don't have rupees, only Bangladeshi money Dollars. I took the car and said I would go to the airport, but before that, I will pay the rent from the money exchange, and he agreed. Nothing was eaten till then. I exchanged money and reached in front of the airport around 12.10.
When I stopped, I saw that Kamalapur railway station is like this, but it is an international airport. Anyway, at 12.40, I finished immigration and waited for the plane—a 1.05-minute flight from Agartala to Imphal (Nagaland) 2 Kolkata to Delhi. Our flight was connecting from Kolkata, and we had to change planes. Reach Kolkata at 3.40 pm Next flight, 4.50 destination is Delhi. Arrive in Delhi at 7.20 minutes and leave at 7.45. We didn't have a bus ticket for Delhi to Manali, and the last private bus left at 8 am. So we took a taxi to the govt bus station destination from Delhi airport.

The last bus at 10 reached the bus stand at 9.30 min. A. Nothing went to the stomach all day. We had four sandwiches and Drinks. The tiredness of the whole day increased with the sandwich. The bus started moving, and we relaxed a little. At around 12.30, the bus stopped at a Punjabi Dhaba and started the 13-hour bus journey again. After 20 minutes, we didn't remember anything. Kita woke up suddenly and said tea break, and then we were on the Chandigarh (Shimla) to Kullu highway at 5.30. The time seemed reasonable. The bus left again, and we were unconscious. Woke up at the Kullu bus stand at 8.10. Then they did not sleep again, only wow and wow around him. Tunnel on Manali highway, Akabaka road, the rain started.
I reached the Manali bus stand after 11 o'clock. Jhum rain was going on then, in Tong shop next door. I ordered tea and Maggi noodles. Had to find a hotel. Hired a taxi for old Manali. The taxi driver said that his place is near Manali Mall Road. There is a well-known hotel that we should visit. I don't want to go because you can't recognize who the broker is. Even so, I went and took Hotel Navin A. Everyone liked the room. In the off-season, a suite room for 3500 rupees is terrible for 1000 rupees. Is it next to mall road?

After eating at the hotel and taking a bath, I went to Manali. Our main goal is to rent motorcycles. I saw two bikes on the first motorcycle I used but did not like them. I started walking up. Then a big bike was leased, and I saw the shop. I saw no one inside. After 15-20 minutes, someone came. A brilliant guy came. I don't remember his name. Bought two bikes for 900 rupees per day, and we bought them for three days. Royal Enfield 350cc. Everyone will be thrilled to ride the first Royal Enfield motorcycle.
We wandered around, but the happiness didn't last long.
Rain began in the evening and continued until nightfall. It started raining in the afternoon and continued until nightfall.
All of us were upset, and the plan was canceled if the rain did not subside. Alhamdulillah, in the morning, Zakaz had sky breakfast and left at 11 am for Jispa. Allah is so beautiful you don't see this world.

You can't understand it. We drove through the zigzag mountain road. I was not told my driver was Rupu, Palash, and Shishir on another Royal Enfield motorcycle. Brother, we have never seen a place like this beautiful scenery. I stopped the bike again and again and started taking pictures.

The next part will come as soon as possible …..

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