Finalmente

All the money's moved over and it is gigantic! 1,500 pounds!

Thank you all that donated, friends, family, friends of friends of family, it all adds up. We had an incredible time with stories that we will never ever forget and some impressive masculinity points (as I'm sure you'll all agree). We're all finally safe home in Sydney and caught up for the first time since Kochin the other day to fill each other in on the rest of our journeys and reenact the full adventure day by day. So so much happened, it was a wonderful experience, thank you all again for helping us to make it happen. FRANK Water I'm sure will be as appreciative as us!

 Jack, Tom and Angus 

Tiny Cobras, Peach Safari Suits, Sandy Chapatis

 

Little bit more in love with this country. Taking our time with the 'race' factor was the best idea since Tom decided to pack three VB stubby holders, so much has happened to us, too many smiling helpful people, accidental stumbles onto ancient beautiful places and now with the palm tree lined back waters of Kerala and perfect sunsets...

After leaving Ratnagiri (industrial fishy town) we had a long day of breaking down in the dry heat to let Thug Life settle her attitude problems. Spirits lifted as soon as we reached Malvan, a peaceful fishing village of clean streets and colourful houses with the loveliest of people. We set up camp on the palm lined beach with the aid of many small hands just as the sun set and feasted on takeaway curry. 

Another rough day, dragging ourselves away from Malvan, found Arambol over the border into Goa and settled our nerves listening to a hang drum player on the beach, until a terribly timed series of breakdowns that ended with a desperate highway-side camp near Palolem in southern Goa. Awoke at sunrise to a cow nibbling at our toes and set off to Gokarna.

Left the rickshaw on Om Beach with only walking paths around the rocks and through thick jungle to find Half-Moon beach where we dumped our things in a beach side hut to settle down in the perfect waters for the evening. Paradise beach in the morning and again dragged ourselves away to make up lost time. Slept in a truckstop and floored it to Bekal Fort, finally making it into Kerala. More beautiful rivers through palm jungles flowing into white sandy blue waters and we've made it by sunset to Pondicherry.

 

Gus just opened his email to find Matt's alerts that we in fact have to be in Cochin by tomorrow... not the 21st. Of only two teams still left on the road, its time to hit the road. Sorry we've not kept you so up to date and even this one misses a lot, but this happens when one one enjoys themselves, perhaps too much in our case. Just praying Thug Life keeps up

 

Thank you to all those who've donated. With the money in the Australian account waiting to be moved over, we've gone beyond our 1,000 pound target! 

 The internet is not handling the photos too well, check the gallery for some of the flavour...

Maharashtra, India

small army of local fishermen's children collecting our firewood while we set up camp on an amazing beach just north of goa with a portuguese fort island and fishing boats floating in the bay. Thug Life tested our patience not handling the heat of the south, even further behi ** some text is missing **

Maharashtra, India

A not very amusing slogan painted on our rickshaw and Jack's disregard for the westernised road rules of Mumbai led to two brief encounters with some grumpy traffic police and a 100 rupee fine. Not to mention having to push our broken beast over a busy fly over in the middle of the city. All fixed now as we head for the beautiful beaches of the south with the sun setting over the Arabian Sea. Chelloh Kerela...

Maharashtra, India

found shelter in a temple over the border from gujarat, cruised thru beautiful jungle into even more beautiful wild west-esc mountains up to sacred Nashik. Welded the frame back & wandered the ghats. Psyched to navigate mumbai tonight. Thug Life staying strong, proud of her@

Gujarat, India

Blurring thru gujarat, factories, curious popo & fresh guavas over the tropic of cancer. Need a shower, thali & working head lights. "Biggie smalls... Indian king?". So many faces crowded around