The guy in the previous post was a Marathi policeman. He insisted we have a go of his police bike and he stopped a passing motorcyclist and ordered him to take photos of us!
Mental day.
Crossed into Marahastra and found that the Marathis have a keen sense of humour when pretending to build roads.
All of a sudden we were down to 10kph and being thrown round the tuktuk like a pair of demented ferrets.
Unrelenting pain, and when we finally stopped, it felt as though my buttocks had been ironed flat and I had something unnatural inserted where nothing unnatural should be.
Couple that with mild Marathi midriff mumbling and it all added up to a day to remember.
I will try to upload a wee video to give you a feel...
Thunderstorms, landslides, bridges down, what could be more fun. Spent the last 3 days battering through Karnataka, now to do the same to Maharashtra to make time to see stuff in Rajasthan. 250km yesterday and over 300 today. Rick running sweet, just a load of grease required on half shafts so far, wheel bearings need some tomorrow.
“What is your good name?”
Dave
“Where you from?”
Scotland
“Where are you going?”
Jaisalmer
“Rajahstan?”
Yes
“In tuktuk?”
Yes
“Rajahstan?”
Yes
“In this tuktuk?”
Yes
“Is not possible.”
What would he know? He’s just a tuktuk driver.
What a rip roaring day!!!
A million miles! ( well, possibly a few), and hot dry conditions, good roads, fabulous people, great food - for pennies - and ending up at s four star hotel for just over a tenner!
Mental and amazing.
Our wee girl is really looking after us.
What a rip roaring day!!!
A million miles! ( well, possibly a few), and hot dry conditions, good roads, fabulous people, great food - for pennies - and ending up at s four star hotel for just over a tenner!
Mental and amazing.
Our wee girl is really looking after us.
Little bit of a rattle from one of the wheels. Checked it and it seemed to be a bit of play in the CV joint so we got a guy to pack it for us.
Then once he repaired it, we checked it again and repaired his repair. Properly this time.
Navigating the landslides and collapsed bridges in Kerala. It’s 10 kms forward and 20 back.
Stay...staaaaay...staaaaaaaaay!
Good boy!!!
Blimey Charlie! Here we are on the road at last. Ended up in s place beginning with a ‘P’ and a cracker of a room for £8. The toughest pat to date is finding a beer.
However, it’s fair to say that our combined 118 years of experience has been invaluable in that respect.
In it full on now. Kerala! What a fabulous, beautiful, wonderful place!
Dave
Simon
Carefully selected from literally some people. Two old guys who could do anything from changing the fuse in a plug, to putting our own socks on, given time and detailed instructions.
Unsupervised by nurses, in charge of a reliably unreliable sewing machine on broken wheels.
In India.
What can possibly go wrong?