In early September I crossed one of the highest, most deadly mountain passes in India - the Rhotang pass - on my motorcycle. It has an altitude of 13,050ft or 3,980m; the name means 'pile of corpses’. When I got to the top, the sun was already setting and the fog was rolling in. Trucks were already pulled off to the side of the road for the night.

The higher I went, the thicker the fog and the fewer people around until I was completely alone and blind in the fog. There's an open dirt field at the top where Indians set up Dhabas, little shops where they cook hot food for travellers. But with the rain and the fog, everyone had wrapped up their belongings and headed down the mountain. I was completely alone up there, freezing in the rain. And then these wild horses came out of the fog and started licking everything, sucking up the scraps of food...

Words and Photography: Devin Doyle  / @devindoyle / www.devindoyle.com