So day 3, which was in fact day 1 of driving was about as ridiculous as expected. Two novices driving across some of the most poorly maintained and peril-less roads imaginable. Rather predictably we ended up driving well into dark where things became truly obsurd. I think we were all prepared for death at that stage but we made it through to a town with hotels in the end. After being told we smelt awful by the owner a few too many times we sought beer food and vestern style toilet.
Day 2: it's difficult to accurately describe the way we are feeling post party. The words 'dreadful' and 'in no fit state' spring to mind but I think that rather underestimates it. Today we need to do all manner of important things to ensure our trip isnt complete hell and yet I somehow doubt we will do any.
Upholstery, spark plugs, brake and clutch cable and a bit of spray paint to polish up some areas.
Every stomach rumble is a genuine concern and rather worryingly this is on day 2. I don't hold out much hope for the latter days and weeks.
Pip pip
The no doubt overweight man who decided to smoking in a UK airport is impossible ought to be publicly flayed.
Design Complete
After many weeks of saying "we should really get round to designing this Rickshaw" and instead succumbing to the pub we finally decided to take the template to the pub and crack out the crayons.
*Combining Britain's ridiculous and overbearing obsession with health and safety with our love of Indian cheese.*
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> After some minor tinkering we drew the design up on Illustrator and sent the damn thing off.
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