Hello there! Still in the north of India, this time taking it easy and enjoying the Tibetan culture of the Exiles in the Dalai Lama's neighborhood. Take a look at the video and witness how a millenary painting tradition threatened of extinction is kept alive in exile. See you around soon.

I'm In McLeod and Ganj, up from Dharamshala in Himal Pradesh, India.I wanted to go wandering in SE Asia but circumstances are forcing me to go back to Europe. This is not going to be the end destination (I hope!).I left London almost ayear ago now. I spent nearly a year in Central Asia. A great place for riding.Now I face the heat of the Indian Planes, Pakistan and Iran.I arrived in McLeod Ganj yesterday. The traffic here is diabolical and the heat doesn't really help. Added to that you get an endless questioning by the Indian crowd about where you come from and what's your bike's name!I met an Italian, Mauritz and his Austrian companion Suzy on the road riding an ultraloaded Enfield 350. Brave and nice guys.We made the last miles to Dharamshala and McLeod together, stop for drinks and chat about the road.Trying to reach McLeod the Indian drivers managed to gridlock the road several times and the last mile or so took over an hour to get through.At some point, manouvering the bike to let cars pass Mauritz's luggage got entangled on one of my Touratech panniers. I was flung right and struggled to keep the bike up for a while.I had my chest flat on the tank. My left leg on air and the right one giving up to the bike's wheight as it slowly, unavoidably slided towards the floor.Srtruggling as I noticeably was I could still hear the Indian passer-byes asking: what country you are? what is the value of this bike?I could also hear Mauritz laughing at the ridiculous scene.Luckily, or maybe because it was resting on Mauritz's bike, I never fell, managed to lower the side stand and disentangled the bikes.I think had I fallen under the bike the Indians would still had asked unconcerned: sir, what is your country? What is the name of this bike...?

Hola! Hereâs a new video about the Sikh Golden Temple in Amristar. The temple has five doors, symbolic of their welcome attitude to all faiths. The temple is run by volunteers. No money is asked of anyone to visit, stay overnight at the temple or to eat. They prepare up to 40.000 meals a day to feed pilgrims and visitors. It not only impresses for its architecture, the solid gold plated and carvings but for the friendly, welcoming attitude of the pilgrims and guards and for the sense of calm spiritual atmosphere. I choose not to voice over this piece. I hope you enjoy the walk trough the temple, dormitories and kitchens and the sounds of this magnificent, incredible place.

I finally left Kazahkstan, rode to bishkek after many haps and misshaps and a hair-rising border crossing and flew to Delhi in a 40 + years old Russian cargo plane with the Bike.

003 pod-cast. press on the pod icon to watch the videoHere is the story I followed in Volgograd. As sentimental and emotional as they get but I hope it wets your appetite to find about adoption and orphaned kids. The real protagonists of it are the two couples I met adopting the children in Russia. When I go back to Europe, I hope I have the chance to follow the story in more depth. Meanwhile, here is a short video about it. I hope Txaro and Basilio and Ana and Elena have the chance to see it and like it. I hope to see you soon in Bilbao. f

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