This time roles were reversed, I was planning this trip for my father. A motorbike tour designed for real adventure, which we got in bucket loads!
A loosely planned journey! Forgetting to zoom in on the computer, we soon found out that our root weaved across the Indian and Bangladeshi border. It also traversed a region that had been impacted by terrorist attacks a year before our visit. Border guards and police threatened to halt our journey, and we ended up staying the night in a jungle station on the kitchen table. Our motorbikes were louder than the locals, explained a police officer with a big gun. Anybody wanting to make a quick buck from stupid tourists would have heard us a mile away. Despite all that, we completed our trip and made it to our destination, the living root bridges of Meghalaya.