Team Goaing for Gold

d-day plus 7

steering column went, fixed with some help. still havent seen a white person (other than runners duh). bumped into some scottish runners, we buddied up then our exhaust fell off. first some roadside locals helped put it back on temporarily, but as needed manifold had to go next village. very friendly, met local press and the mayor came to see us.  gave us some fruit, went into a house, said we were from new zealand just in case. ate 2 mangoes and a coconut. no poo probs presently ("NPPP"). only made it to vishakhhapatnam, in posh hotel which is where i sit now, v tired up at 4.30. I dont think our riskshaw can make it to goa, but i can always just bicep hurl it.

d-day plus 5

got to kharagpur. roads rubbish to it. broke down twice. found battery on exhaust pipe, melting and ruined. must have got scared of the guns and jumped from its housing. so now have no battery and no first gear. steering column is becoming loose and front wheel is bent by 10 degrees. really starting to feel the left to right pull caused by wheel.  at least horn works when engine on as electrics run on dynamo. randomly meet more runners in hotel. first signs of my rsi or vibration muscle problems, whatever, yeah?

d-day plus 4

interesting day this. woke up, transmission oil gone, nut fell off. drove shaw to town unable to get out of second. had to stop when hit traffic jam - lorry fell off bridge and flattened shack. time was 6am. hassle to find mechanic, villagers took interest in us, but mostly the guns, then we pushed shaw to somewhere. 300 rupees, a packet of crisps, half a bottle of 7up and 3 hours later we are on road again. dont make it far, engine blows, middle of nowhere, people turn up, joe goes with strange person to mechanic 20km away on back of his motorbike, i'm on my own, i make a video in case i get eaten, tasty guns afterall, then joe turns up. mechanic has a look, we've ripped a whole in piston. 6 hrs later we are back on road. have to ride in dark, a no no, to get to berhampore. we get there and stay in v dodgy hotel and city is mayhem. manager of hotel agrees 800 rps, then when we give him a 1000 rp note he decides to keep it. we say 'oi', he says 'advance', then i said nothing, just showed him the guns, and we got our 200 back. mossies and cockroaches in our room, better company than joe though. tasty too - fuel for the guns

d-day plus 3

got to malda. left other team we were convoying with because quite frankly they were cramping our style. they also hated us. they dumped us then we decided we actually dumped them first and they only dumped us becasue they knew we were going to dump them. so we probably won. we broke down once, engine wouldnt start. i just used the guns and we got the engine running. who needs a yank to start stick when you have a high protein diet and insane biceps. easy

d-day plus 1

got to guhati. broke down once, almost died 3 times. manage to get on 2 wheels at one point carrer across road on to the other side, well controlled to avoid rolling the thing. um waved alot today as well, felt famous. managed 120km in 4 - 5 hours this is not good considering we have another 4000+ km to do in 13 days....tomorrow we will try to head for the gap between nepal and bangladesh, hope we make it without breaking down again, driving here is insane. no phone reception so no text to ppl

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Rickshaw Run Spring 2009 BLog.... Our story so far