Nota Bene:
This text was written by Annie, one of our road sisters who joined our first tour in Nepal, in 2022.
It was translated as close as possible from the original French text in order to keep the essence of her story.

Entering Mustang

Mustang in Nepali means fertile plain. One thing is for sure, it has been fertile for all of us, especially in learning. Entering Mustang is like receiving 60 motorcycle lessons all at once. We all pushed our limits on this challenging terrain. 

Initially, looking at the condition of the roads, I had only one desire: to sit in the car and hold onto the handle to keep an eye on my road sisters…That was my initial urge, but they showed me the way and the right attitude to have. They never complained about anything, inadvertently encouraging me to adopt the same attitude. 

I think I have never held my breath so much behind my helmet during this crossing, and yet, breathing is precisely what one should do. One thing kept coming to my mind constantly throughout the journey: ‘Keep your eyes on Sushant’s helmet’ or ‘Keep your eyes on Yurbisha’s helmet’ and nothing will happen to you.

That’s what I did, and I am still alive.


In off-road riding, one can only live in the present moment, plunged into a state of such intense concentration that our body, soul, and spirit merge with the passing seconds and minutes.The rugged passages of Mustang push us to confront our fear face to face, and we come out with a valuable lesson:

“Don’t let fear dominate you.”


We take a tea break. I chat with my road sisters, telling them about my initial desire when looking at the state of the roads: to get into the car. Then finally, I let myself be guided by my road sisters, and their energy and support helped me get through the first half of Mustang. My mindset had completely changed.

Now, I only had one desire: to get back on the bike and finish this first part.

And I did it!

Due to fatigue and joint pains, I preferred to rest in the car during the second part of Mustang, and I sincerely think I did the right thing because it was just as spectacular as the first part, if not more. At the end of the day, I applauded the performance of my road sisters. I baptized them as the goddesses of off-road.

Hats off, ladies!