Pagal Toli

In front of the Mountains,
Pagal Toli Adventure Camp 2.
Mount Kanchenjunga Rising to 8,586 meters (28,169 feet), Mount Makalu 8,485 metres (27,838 ft), Mount Kumbakarna spectacular 7,710-meter and more.

Giving minor operation for some parts of our metallic horses. And trust me, we are the Doctors😜. Some time it works at once, some time need to repeat.

Brothers together at Pagal Toli camp 1, far east Nepal, where skills talk louder.


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When the Rain Calls: A Midnight Ride to Bethanchowk

A Pagal Toli Adventure Story

Some journeys are planned. Others simply call your name.

On a rainy evening at around 6:00 PM, the Pagal Toli Adventure Family gathered in the timeless alleys of Bhaktapur Durbar Square. Our ride began from the legendary साँढे Brother Guest House, nestled within the heart of ancient Bhaktapur (Bhatgaun)—one of World's oldest continuously inhabited urban civilizations, where every brick carries centuries of history.

Four riders. Two motorcycles. Every bike carrying a rider and a pillion. Tents, sleeping bags, mats, food, drinking water, first-aid kits, cameras, torches, rain gear, and even disposable bags to ensure nothing but our tire tracks and footprints remained behind.

Leaving the heritage city behind, we rolled through Sanga, Banepa, and the sacred town of Panauti, before reaching Dhungkharka. As darkness deepened, the asphalt slowly disappeared beneath mud and stones. The rain never stopped. The off-road section tested both machine and rider until we finally reached the last point accessible by motorcycle around 11:00 PM.

Most people would call it a day.

For us, the adventure had just begun.

With headlamps cutting through darkness, we began the midnight hike toward Bethanchowk—the highest hill of the Mahabharat Range in the region.

The forest was alive.

Rain dripped endlessly from giant trees. Every gust of wind whispered through the jungle. Suddenly, the mountain roared.

A massive landslide thundered somewhere nearby.

The ground trembled beneath our boots as huge trees collapsed into the darkness. Nature reminded us that the mountains are never conquered; they only allow us to pass.

Step by step, soaked to the bone, we continued climbing through the rain-filled night.

At around 12:30 AM, we finally reached Narayanthan.

Hidden among clouds, this sacred hilltop shrine dedicated to Lord Narayan has long been a place where local devotees seek blessings for peace, protection, and prosperity. Surrounded by forests and endless Himalayan horizons, Narayanthan represents the harmony between nature and spirituality. In Badik Sanatan tradition, mountains are considered t