But many have much more to shoulder — Women are Nepal’s backbone, we often hear. But while they hold up half the sky for others, there’s not much happening for them in return. Instead, many women are forced to lead an existence that often hides a cruel tragedy. With much more to shoulder than just half the sky. Karmila is one of these bold souls …

And wait for the ashes to settle — The rain came pouring down from a grim jet-blank sky while my motorbike began skidding back and forth on a rugged, deserted road. I was riding between Nepal’s endlessly lush hills and rice paddies when my once waterproof riding gear was about to give in. Suddenly, I spotted a little…

because there’s nothing else you need — “just feel,” she simply said — the freedom on your roaring bike the liberation of a blustery breeze the openness of the heaven above the oneness with realms unknown the beauty of your purity within the moment as it unfolds for you the love inside and all around you the eternal flow and ride with…

And I still recall what made it happen — I am about to return to Nepal. It’s hard to say precisely how many times I’ve visited, but I will never forget my very first encounter with this charming little mountain country. It was in October 1988. And until today, I vividly remember the golden sun rays miraculously breaking through…

It all began with a crazy dream I had four years ago — The light that shines inside illuminates the path toward what was once seemed impossible. Four years ago today, I stood on the rooftop of my hotel in Ladakh (India), still feeling the adrenaline from my recent adventure trip coursing through my veins. …

But I end up feeling light-hearted — 85. Radiant eyes and a glowing mind. A keen observer with a sharp intellect. A sophisticated lady who cares for herself and her thoughts and wakes up every morning at 6 a.m. to start the day. She is still in charge of everything while occasionally contemplating how quickly 8.5 …

When we support women in their growth, everyone wins — Many of you know my passion for motorcycling and my unyielding desire to hit the road, bask in the wind, and escape from the monotony of everyday life. However, I am also a firm believer in the power of motorcycling to uplift women, shatter stereotypes and limitations, open doors to…

It’s the place where my soul returns to source — I feel an overwhelming sense of longing when the silent sound of the Himalayas chimes me home. Back to the rocky maze of enormous ridges miraculously created by the clash of two giant continents over a period of time, we fail to grasp. In my mind, I begin to wander…

Huntersville takes a sad trophy home — Huntersville is a tiny unambitious speck dropped between the evergreen hills of New Zealand and home to huge tummies. It counts a few houses, a fire brigade, a dilapidated playground, and the obligatory pub—the joint for its famous beer belly workouts. As I march through the swing door on a…