Nagarkot - Bhaktapur - Kathmandu - Bikemandu
Sunny warm morning in Nagarkot. I was feeling bittersweet about bringing the Royal Enfield back to Bikemandu to drop it off. I bided time at the Stupa Resort writing and posting to the blog. Internet was strong and the sunny weather made my balcony a great place to work.
I packed up at noon and decided that I’d just ride into Kathmandu and return the bike early and make my way to Thamel to get settled into a guesthouse for the next couple of days before jumping a bus back to Pokhara.
On the drive down Nagarkot hill I was loving every corner of the ride. I was feeling a little sad that I didn’t have a big ride planned for the day since the weather was amazing and warm.
When I got to Bhaktapur, I was nearly all the way to the highway, when I randomly turned off onto the cobblestone streets of the old town. I rolled through the little streets and alleyways taking in the sights, shooting GoPro footage and snapping photos of the incredible old world architecture and the local life happening around.
After a couple hours and a tasty cup of coffee watching the street scape roll by along in front of the Enfield, it was time to ride into Kathmandu traffic and drop the bike off.
I met Amar at the workshop and traded him the keys for my cash deposit. He showed me a few damaged bikes and commended me on making it to Muktinath without destroying his bike.
Into a taxi and off for the International Guest House, my go to place to stay for no real reason than I know where it is. End of the Royal Enfield...