Now Delhı, Enlıghtenment, Darwın’s Bırthday, World Herıtage Day

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Dehlı, South Delhı, Uday Park, Defense Colony, Lajpat Nagar, GK1
 

Thursday 9th  Aprıl – Monday 27th Aprıl 2009

Before we arrıved in Delhi we contacted Hamid and Sara at Iranianvisa.com, but got no response.  As we didn’t know how long we would need to stay in Delhi we got ın touch wıth several hosts vıa the Couchsurfıng Project and Servas.  Jeeth agreed to host us for a few days even though his housemate Rahul was away on business and was the person we had corresponded wıth. We had a great time hanging out with those young MBA graduates in Lajpat Nagar.  During the day we hit the street markets and food stalls in this bustleling part of south Delhi and ın the evenıng before goıng out to a popular South Indıan restaurant ın Defense Colony we had a few whıskıes whıle we waıted for frıends to arrıve.  We also spent many hours sitting in the air-conditioned Lavazza coffe shop chain drinking cappaccinos and sipping Darjeelıng tea. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 
 

 

Lt Col Singh, a retired army officer, who lıves ın Uday Park and has seen and probably knows more about India than anyone we met in the 3 months we were here was our next and fırst Servas host.  We spent a lot of time cooking English dishes (Indian food english style, of course) ,watching the election news and talking about life lessons.  We spent an evenıng at the Indıa Habıtat Centre as we wanted to see the play ‘The Skeleton Woman’ by Prashat Rakash and Kalkı Koechlın, but they ran out of tıckets so ınstead we ended up lıstenıng to a lecture by Yogıraj Sıddhanath on Krıye yoga and pranıc energy.  He kept goıng on about the mercury lınga that’s housed at theır centre ın Pune.  Pune seems to have a reputatıon for ‘gurus’ theır philosophıes Osho beıng one and now mercury lıngans.  Before the lecture was over an audıence member accused the guru of beıng a fake and then the rest of the program turned ınto a comedy as members of the audıence got up to defend the guru. We also spent some tıme vısıtıng Connaught Place, Red Fort ın Old Delhı, Chandını Chowk and the spıce markets near the old raılway statıon, etc. During the last week of our stay in Delhi we got to cook a meal for a few of Surindar’s friends who were visiting from New York.  We had a great tıme and feel really lucky to have made a good frıend.

 

 
 
Left Urday Park to visit two host who are part of the CS project in the Vasant Kunj area  of Delhı near Jawahal Lal Nehru Unıversıty.  Krishna is a landscape architect and lecturer and Tarun a film director.  Again we were lucky enough to cook an ‘english meal’ of mashed potatoes, sauted cabbage, and vegetable/bean burger with tomato gravy/relish. 

Krishna organized an impromtu dinner party so we got to meet some of his colleagues and friends who are also architects .  Two of the guests were german students who use to live in Hackney and were ın Delhı doing an intership at the firm.  We spent a delightful evening hanging out on the rooftop wıth a vıew of the Qutb Mınar, eating South Indian curries, drinking Kingfisher beer and gettıng bıtten by mosquıtoes.  During the day they gave us the use of their computers so we caught up a bit on the blog.  On Saturday we vısıted the Quıtab Mınar, one of the earlıest and best examples of Indo-Islamıc archıtecture  – ıt also just happened to be World Herıtage Day so we got ın for free. By this time the folks at Iranianvisa.com had given us a date for a response from the MFA in Tehran that had passed and a new date for the 26th April. 

 

 

 

 

 
We visited  Uprendra our next host, who ıs also part of the CS project and lives in GK1 with his great big dogs, one being a St. Bernard.  When we arrived he was hosting two sisters from Scotland who looked like twins.  They are both artists who live half the year on a farm ın Scotland and the other half in Goa.  That day they were flying to Goa to close up the house and return to Scotland. We spent a lot of the time watching crıcket, checking out his library and watching a documantary on Fidel Castro that was really good even though we couldn’t understand all of ıt as ıt was ın Spanısh wıth no subtıtles.

 
 
Durıng our last week we stayed with our second Servas host for 5 nights in Defense Colony.  Nalong is a former director of the Future Generations NGO in India and now works as a consultant on various development projects.  On Saturday he invited some friends over for a party.  They played the guitar, sang Elvis standards and traditional songs from the northeast proviences of India.  His lady friends one of whom came down from Nagar Land cooked dishes, which you mıght typically associate with Chinese food than Indian.  Boiled spinach, mashed red peppers (spicy), broken basmati rice, and stewed pork and a cumumber salad.  We finally got the FedEx packages of bike parts from Stacy and Wojeich after changing the address – bıg thank you to Stacy and Wojeıch, but the visa agency still hadn’t sorted out the authorization for Iran.

 

 

 

 

 

on the road to Delhi

Udaipur, Jaipur, Agra, Mathura, Faridabad – 880km

Friday 3rd April to Thursday 9th April 2009

Before we boarded the bus for our overnight trip to Jaipur we had the pleasure of a Rajastani all you can eat thali at Natraj restaurant.  Adrian did not stop eating until the waiters decided to avoided our table.

Jaipur market - pink city

Jaipur market 1 - pink city

Jaipur Market 2 - pink city

Jaipur- pink city

We took an overnight bus from Udaipur to Jaipur and experienced another example of how things are sometimes done in India.  Two children who should have been at asleep for school the  next morning were working the overnight bus because of this Adrian had to climb on top of the bus to load the bikes onto the roof with no ropes.  Luckily we had a few extra bungy cords and we arrived in Jaipur with the bikes intact.  We had agreed to meet up with Sanjay in the afternoon, but the bus was early and we had an easier time than expected time navigating the city so we arrived at his house that morning.  With no big itinerary so we had breakfast and agreed to meet Sanjay at his place of business for a tea break.  Like many families in Jaipur he is in the jewelry business and supplies many European and UK customers. 

Jaipur 2 - pink city

Taj

It took us two days and we cycled at least 138km to reach Agra by 3:30pm.  We arrived a few days earlier than planned so we contacted  Raj to see if he was around. We agreed to meet at his place of business and visit a restaurant he frequents with a rooftop view of the Taj Mahal.  Adrian was having stomach issues and couldn’t think straight so we missed the sunset and decided to go there for sunrise instead.   We were pretty much touristed out by then, and couldn’t bring ourselves to visit a monument that had no real purpose except for the obligatory tourist shot, but after hearing that foreigners are charged 750rs to visit the Taj this confirmed our decision to just get the photo.  We spent one night in Agra and hit the road the next morning.  Many times during the day we were besieged by dust storms I had to use the scarf I was using to protect my neck from the mid-day sun to cover my face.  After making hotel inquires on the way and being quoted ridiculous prices we got to Mathura and ended up camping in an open field where they were making cow patties.  Raj had offered to book us a hotel and we should have taken him up on his offer. All of a sudden 20 children showed up.  No one spoke any English, but kept speaking to us in Hindi.  Then a dust  storm started, but it didn’t rain and we finally got some sleep without the beeping of trucks.

April 8th 2009, Packed up the tent again to an audience and to some wise ass English speakers who I completely ignored, but Adrian had to engage with.  Only did about 60km as it rained twice and we had to duck out of the rain and into a railway crossing office.  We hung  out with three men who spoke to us at length shame we couldn’t understand a word they were saying.  Adrian took some video of the passing train and then fixed his flat tire which they were riveted by.  That night we camped in a contrete storage room, 1 of a row of 4.  It looked like a food storage unit even though a guy was living in one of them.  Again the friendly locals persisted in having a long conversation with us in Hindi brought us coffee and a rope bed, which we put the tent on top of.  Periodically the guy on the end would come over to give us more things from his ‘house’ to make us more comfortable.

Rode onto Delhi through Farindabad.  During the almost three months in India we have taken pleasure in reading the english language papers whenever we can get one.  The front page is dominated by election news, but what we find really entertaining is India’s obsession with record breaking, although not  a sporting nation – cricket and badminton aside they excel in Guiness Records.  There’s a guy who holds 33 records including one for being kicked in the testicles 44 times.  An Indian housewife ate 51 of the worlds hottest chillies and then proceeded to rub them into her eyes.  Then the existing record of stuffing 250 drinking straws in ones mouth was broken by a man who first went to a dentist to have nearly all his teeth removed, he also rode a scooter in shifts continusly around a park in Pune completing 7,400 laps in 100o hours.  Wah hoo! Incredible !ndia

Step-wells, Sun Temple, and the Rann of Kachchh

young shepherd

Ahmedabad to Udaipur via Gandinager, Adalaj, Modhera, Chanasma, Patan, Rapar, Dholavira, Radhanpur, Palanpur, and Udaipur – 728km

Wednesday 18th March to Tuesday 31st March 2009

We arrived at 8:48AM in Ahmedabad the former state capital via an overnight bus from Pune. To make up for all the time spent site seeing at the caves we decided to bus this part of the highway which we were told was uninspiring. As we will be visiting Delhi to pick up the Iranian visa we thought we could also skip Mumbai.

Jain Temple - Gandhinagar

We had an unsatisfying breakfast of fried snacks and made our way to the state capital Gandinager. By the time we got there it was almost noon so we visited the Jain temple and took shade under a nearby tree. Later that evening we cycled within 5km of Adalaj and camped in a front of a concrete store front type structure.

Adalaj Step Well

On Thursday 19th March 2009 we were the first tourists to be welcomed by the smell of burning incense at the step-well. Monkeys soon started to gather around as the sun rose with the changing light.

Adalaj Step Well 1

Adalaj Step Well 2

We visited the town to get breakfast and vegetables – coconut oil and masala for our evening meal. We ate a fermented-sponge-rice -like-yellow cake called Khaman with tea that we made at the side of the road.

tea and khaman for breakfast

We cycled past Mahesana, but not before getting two flat tires and having to fix them with an audience at the bus stop. Later that evening we camped within a few kilometers of the Modhera Sun Temple.

Paid 100rs each to see the Sun Temple. Took lots of snaps and then used their bathroom facilities to wash ourselves. We inquired about getting kerosene and were invited to Shailesh’s home to cook our breakfast. Turns out he was a former army officer who now sells crop insurance to the local farmers. Adrian cooked our breakfast using his wife’s kitchen which I don’t think was the done thing as we were informed that it’s the women who cook not men. After we cleared away our dishes she went crazy making chapatis and smothering them with ghee. I do have to say that they were the best chapatis we have had so far. We had another wash, a nap and headed for Chanasma.

to the Sun Temple

Sun Temple

Stopped in a field at the side of the road to make dinner and drew a crowd of onlookers. Adrian was given fresh buffalo’s milk for his tea and we were invited by Mayur to camp at a truck stop under an open air cafe. This turned out to be one of the best offers yet as that night we may have gotten soaked. We got a

Sun Temple 1

tour of the town on his Honda Hero and he brought us sugarcane juice with added jeera and salt.

We also visited his local Shiva temple. As we drove back to the truck stop an electrical storm lit the sky purple, then came the

children in Modhera

this lady makes the best chapatis in all of India

Mayur at Patan Step Well

Rani-Ki-Vav, Patan

Rani-Ki-Vav, Patan 1

Patan Patola

wind and a downpour we would have drowned in if we didn’t have cover that night.

Saturday 21st March 2009

We were not planning to visit Patan as we had already seen the step-well at Adalaj, but Mayur insisted that we go and even took us there and back on his Hero Honda.  He also explained all the depictions and stories, which we would need a Ph.D in Hindu mythology to figure out.

Got back on the road and camped 20km outside of Radhanpur. On Monday 23rd March we cycled towards Rapar. Stopped in a few towns along the way to find a cyber cafe but we were not successful. Most of the day was spent cycling along NH15, a straight long road with nothing to see either side of it. We arrived in Rapar the next day looking for an internet cafe so we could contact our host Jitu. He ended up finding us first as not many foreigners come to these parts.  We came to find out later that a friend of his had seen us getting mobbed trying to get breakfast in Adesar.    He sent a text to Jitu in perfect English stating that two foreigners on cycles are here…

Jitu was born in an ashram that one of Gandi’s disciples founded.  This ashram was essentially a boarding school for boys and girls whose parents ordinarily could not afford to send them to school.  Jitu has his own place outside the ashram, but he and his family prefer to live there.  At first light the children were collecting the cow patties, sweeping the dust up in every direction, and cleaning the latrine; everyone has a tasks to do.  That morning I tried to use the latrine without an audience and had to yell at the kids before I was finished doing what I had to do.

We took an early bus to Dholavira, a small village in the heart of the Rann, to see the salt flats.  Since part of the road is still being built this trip took about 3 hours to get there even though it’s only 90km from Rapar.  We hung out with a friend of Jitu’s who took us to see the nearby ruins that afternoon.  While there we were joined by a multitude of border police who obviously had nothing better to do than follow us around.

Welcome to the Kutch

posing at the ruins

Dholavira at night

Rann of Kutch

wanna ride?

That night we slept in our tent and I’ll have to say it ranked in the top 5 of our best nights under the stars.  The family compound consisted of a semicircle of detached rooms with the kitchen in the center.  They kept insisting that we sleep in one of the rooms to the back, but we finally convinced them that we would be fine in the tent.

We got back to Rapar the next day and Jitu took us around the village high street. Made us try lots of fried snacks and hooked us up with access to the internet at a local Vodafone shop as there are no cyber cafes. One of the five questions were either directed to us or Jitu, but one precocious child asked us ‘what is your village?’ and I just had to laugh and reply that our village is London.

The road towards Upaipur is part of the east-west corridor of a highway that is still under construction. As these roads are flat and new we were able to make good time, but there are no service stations, hotels or corner shops sometimes for up to 100km. On the way we stopped at a village market street in Thara to pickup rice, sugar, cooking oil, dal and vegetables for the evening. What should have been a very routine task turned out to be a bit of a nightmare. Some of the town’s people mobbed us, kept playing with the gears on the bike, and cursed us in Gujarati. It got to the point where one of the stall holders gave us the basmati rice for free perhaps he felt sorry for us. We escaped back to the highway and were flagged down by a smartly dressed  guy.

Vikrant in the middle

Vikrant, a mechanical engineer, apologized for everyone at the market and invited us for tea at the Timber Mart and oil filter system business he was managing. He had seen everything that had happened in the market and rushed back to the factory in order to intercept us. He also went back to the market to pick up the rest of the supplies that we had decided to leave because of the mob. He invited us to come back and stay at anytime even though he’ll be immigrating to Australia soon. After many cups of tea, photo taking with all the staff it was time to get back on the road.

street performers?

the road stops here - on the way to Updaipur

rush hour traffic

We arrived in Updaipur on the evening of the 31^st. That night we stayed at the Gangaur Hotel near Jagdish Temple. The hotel staff were cool and found space for our bikes as we had tried a few other places, but they didn’t understand that we couldn’t leave the bikes on the street. The next day, while hanging out at the internet café trying to stay out of the mid-day heat, we bumped into Louis and Elke, a touring couple from Germany. They had seen us before in Goa, but couldn’t get to us in time as they were eating in an upstairs café and where not able to run down and catch us in time. We spent much of the next two days lounging around, eating and swapping stories of our experiences on the road. Elke and Louis have been touring the world since 1995, they have a winery on the French/German border where they live, and Louis is a chef who owned and ran a restaurant many years ago, Elke is a hairdresser and has taken lots of great photographs of these roadside barbershops as well as many other amazing photos of their trip so far.

Elke and Louis world cycle tourers

Louis has decided to go vegetarian for this trip, but his dreams are filled with bratwurst, rotisserie chicken, and the ching ching of wine glasses. They even use to carry wine glasses as part or their touring kit. We look forward to visiting them once they are back from their two year journey.

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As Vikrant would say they lack lane discipline

it's a mashup

it's a mashup 1

it’s a mashup

Enthusiastic Holi in Pune, bike parts, bat stench

Pune to Pune via Aurangabad, Ellora and Ajanta caves – 500km

Tuesday 10^th March to Tuesday 17^th March 2009

panchavati society, pune

Disregarding the directions emailed to us by Dr. Ritu we made our way into Pune and ended up taking the long way around the city. Pune is a city of approximately 10 million and with more 2 wheelers (motorcycles) than any other city relative to it population. Our first challenge was to make it through the city without incident. At first we were only going to be in Pune for 2 days, but it soon became apparent that our host Dr. Ritu had bigger plans for us. Ritu had 2 other friends coming the same week and she asked us if we wanted to join them as they had planned a tour to Aurangabad to visit the caves.

We got to Pune just in time for the festival Holi. In the evening we joined the society members for the Holi bonfire and the next day we were given some old clothes, non-toxic colours, and the use of a water gun purchased the day before. Adrian still had Holi colours in his scalp and hair a week later.

During our stay Sarita organized an interview by a national newspaper and television outlet, a demonstration at her society and a talk and demonstration at the morning assembly of Vidya Valley School, Pune.
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holi 3

holi 2

holi 1

holi

Milind a good friend of Sarita and also a former paratrooper was recovering from a motorcycle accident, but was more than happy to show us around Pune on motorbike with his crutches. Two months before we arrived his leg had been smashed to bits when a scooter collided and landed on top of him and then another scooter landed on top of that one.

Pataleshwar cave

outside Pataleshwar temple cave

Peshwar place

Our first two days in Pune were spent visiting the once magnificent Peshwar Place that is now a ruin due to a fire that comsummed the 7 storey main structure made of wood. Unfortunately the fire also claimed the only paintings made be visiting Europeans that would have given us an indication of what the palace looked like.

Next we went to see the Pataleshwar – a temple that was below ground and carved from a single rock. The city had sprung up around these old structures and the damage caused was being patched up with cement to prevent further degradation, however the new light colored cement doesn’t quite work.

For lunch we ate at Pune’s alternative to McDonald’s – Joshi Wadewale famous for a sandwich which is essentially a coated potato patty in a bun. Very tasty.

Joshi Wadewale

As my tires were 6 months old Adrian thought it best to get some new ones. We spent the later half of the day at the bike shop and also looking for butane gas as a less messy alternative to the kerosene MSR stove .

On Friday 13^th we left for Aurangabad with Sarita and her friends Raquel and Melissa who had joined us from Mumbai where they had just attended a tobacco and cancer conference. Aurangabad is a 5 hour drive from Pune. Sarita had organized accommodation through another cser at the Mahatma Gandhi Mission guesthouse.

First stop – Daulatabad Fort – even though we got up early some how we didn’t get to the Fort until almost noon. Me and Adrian climbed all the way to the very top while the others only made it halfway. The walk to the top took you through unlit passages, bat caves, and unergonomic narrow steps. The fort was also a collection of trick doorways to exhaust and fool the enemy, overhead chambers for pouring hot oil on the enemy and false passageways that lead to an untimely slicing off of the enemies head.

Daulatabad Fort - abode of wealth

Daulatabad Fort 2

Daulatabad Fort 3

Daulatabad Fort 4

Of course this was a lot of fun as we got to use muscles that we don’t usually use cycling everyday.

On our way to the car as the driver had parked across the street we were descended on by touts. Raquel seemed to be the most affected by this as she only wanted to flip through one of the books and once she had seen that it was of such poor quality hand it back. Wrong move.

We spent the rest of the day at the Ellora caves.

Daulatabad Fort 1

Sunday 15^th March we again got up very early to visit the Ajanta caves to check out the stone carved sitting Buddha’s. They were nice, but the bat stench and heat gave me a headache and I had to sit under a tree after 2 hours. While waiting for the others I watched a Buddhist monk perhaps on a pilgrimage patiently dealing with a tout who was diligently showing him all is wares including plastic mini Buddha’s.

Ellora Caves

Ellora Caves 1

Ellora Caves 3

Ellora Caves 4

The next day we dropped Raquel off at Aurangabad Airport to catch a flight to Nepal. The entrance was manned by armed officers with rifles, fatigues and berets so we said our goodbyes at the door. We made one more stop at the mini Taj Mahal but by this time we were all touristed out and decided not to go inside. For lunch we had a giant Dosa and then made our way back to Pune.

Cycle tourers go round and round and Ants attack

Karwar to Pune via Margo, Pajim, Ratnagiri, Mahad and Bhor – 560km

Wednesday 25th February to Tuesday 10th March 2009

state line

We cycled into Karwar and had breakfast at an Udpi South Indian restaurant. There we met two cyclists Shrikrishna and his friend whose name we didn’t get embarking on a trip to the south. They pulled up chairs and got chatting about gear and all things cycle touring. They wanted to know why we weren’t travelling on mountain bikes as the Indian roads are not good. During the course of the conversation Shrikrishna said,”my horoscope read I’d meet new friends today.” I think we also inspired them to travel a little farther than originally planned. After breakfast we went shopping for an additional pot and two metal plates. We also tried to find kerosene but no one was selling. Less than 5km outside of Karwar we met another group of cycle tourers also heading south on there way from Goa. The group comprised of three Americans, two Swedish, one English and one dual citizen stood at the side of the road for at least an hour exchanging notes and lamenting the fact that we were travelling in the opposite direction. On Thursday evening we camped in yet another field and Adrian got another puncture. There is a marked change in the environment as we head further north, lots of thorn bushes, grey dust and sand permeate the hot air.

cycle convention just outside of Karwar

cycle convention

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On Jamey’s recommendation, one of the group of tourers we met outside of Karwar, we contacted Ravi (a CSer) who agreed to host us. We spent two days in Dona Paula checking out the markets in Pajim and visiting Old Goa. We opted out of the usual party scene and instead spent time cooking with our host and watching a classic Tamil movie with English subtitles.

Gandiji remembered

St. Augustine Tower - Old Goa

The next day we rode the 18km to Old Goa and killed some time checking out the World Heritage Sites. On Sunday we left Dona Paula very early in the morning and got to Savantvadi by 5:30pm, but found that the beach was still another 35km away so we continued on NH17 and camped 10 to 15km outside of Savantavadi.

The next day after being on the road for 2 hours we were flagged down by a guy with a full beard, dark glasses, long sleeve shirt and a head scarf. Turns out that hIrSch is a well seasoned cycle tourer and has been on the road for 4 years and started his tour from Vanatu.

tea and coffee with hIrSch

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He was resting from the heat in a unfinished structure so we joined him and spent several hours making teas and coffees, munching on snacks and trading stories. But finally we had to part ways and head in opposite directions. At high noon we pedalled in the heat of the day which turned out to be 44 degrees celsius. At one point it felt like we were breathing in air that was hotter than what we were breathing out.

Later that evening we found what we thought was a good camp spot. A place off the main road behind a disused building with no people around. After cooking our evening meal we pitched the tent and noticed a few flying ants which I flicked off. At around 10 o’clock after I felt something bite my hand Adrian turned on the light to find we had been invaded by ants that came through a hole in the mesh we had neglected to fix.

laundry day

buffalo

Two days to Pune we passed through Mahad to take a minor road from NH17 to NH4 this was the most uphill part of our India tour so far as this is the northern end of the Western Ghats. The information we had or had been able to get from the locals was misleading. Frequently when we have tried to confirm our direction we will be questioned with disbelief that we plan to get to a certain destination on bicycle even as we are standing right in front of them with the said bicycles.

Local: ‘You take the bus’

Us: ‘No’, pointing to the bicycles, ‘we are on bicycles’

Local: Looks at us quizically, ‘you go by cycle’

US: ‘YES’

Picture Gallery – for those of you who asked for more pics

cooking Bindi Masala with Basmati Rice

cashew nut factory

now breathe

monkey business

mahad to bhor - up and up and up

mahad to bhor

are we there yet?

more oxen

highway 17

empty road?

oxen at work

living ruin

no tension

Shirtings, Tailorings, Timings

Tellicherry to Bekal Fort via Mananthavadi, Irrity, Talipparamba – 280km

Monday 16th to Friday 20th February 2009

Left Tellicherry for Wayanad and rode 1/3 of the way up the mountain pass before being picked up by a brick haulage truck, but we had to get off before a police check point so we got to Mananthavadi late and then rode into town in the dark.  We asked the locals if there were any homestays and they directed us 1km down the road, but when we got there we couldn’ t find the homestay so we decided to camp on a football pitch, but were told it was dangerous due to the elephants funny as we hadn’t seen a single elephant since the santuary especially football playing ones.  We were then directed to the police station and they escorted us 10km to the nearest hotel.  The hotel refused to let us stay due to some perceived terrorist threat.  We ended up sleeping rough on the main road. 

We got up early rode back down the mountain which was a 25km free fall to Irrity we spent the night camping in a school yard with growling dogs.

Passed lots of little tea stalls and could have stopped at anyone of them.  Started chatting to a guy from Southall, London, who was on vacation for 3 months we got his address and promised to visit once we get back.  Cycled to the beach park and the guard wasn’t going to let us take our bicycles in, but we came to a compromise and left the bikes on the inside of the gate.  We had a very spicy dinner of mushroom masala, fried rice, veg curry and onion bhaji in Kannur.  Breakfast was great, but we couldn’t find out what it was called.

That night after looking for a place to camp outside of Kannur and not being successful we decided to check out a church in Talipparamba.  Father tried to get us to join them for the morning mass, but we decided to hit the road as we had to cover at least 60km before 12′0 clock and before the sun was high. 

Arrived at Bekal Fort and started looking for a place to camp.  Indians pay 2 rupees everyone else pays 100 rs to vist the fort.  Inquired about an offical campsite told it would be 3,000 rs.  Camnped next to a tailoring shop and garage, but had to wait until they decided to close up shop as they seemed to work a very long day for some strange reason we never found out.

Fatima Hospital – Calicut

Kodakara to Calicut via Thrissur & Guruvayur – 174kmThursday 12th to Sunday 15th February 2009

Daniel world cycle tourer

On leaving Kodakara we cycled up through the city of Thrissur half way out of Thrissur we spotted a cycle tourer on the other side of the road. We crossed the road to meet him and found out that Daniel, from France, has been on tour for 16 months and has spent some of this time in Africa. We were very impressed with the fact that he was carrying at least 40 kg.

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captive elephant santuary - Guruvayur

We continued back to the coast passing through Guruvayur where we visited the captive elephant santuary. Finally got the malaria prescription filled at a pharmacy on Bank Road, Calicut which turned out to be suprisingly easy. Just walk into the A&E area of a main city hospital and an on duty Doctor will write the prescription at no cost. Now all we had to do was pick up some chloroquine phosphate at a pharmacy, but as there is no real threat of malaria south of Goa very few pharmacies will stock it. However after visiting 5 pharmacies one finally managed to produce what we needed and around 10 weeks worth at a cost of 22rs. After a short while online we headed out of Kozhikode on the Kannur Road. We reached Tellicherry 15km south of Kannur around 330pm the next day and after spending a night among brambles sharing a space with a noisy, ill tempered sounding cow. We were looking forward to spending the night with our first warm showers host, we called Saneesh only to find his work had called him to Chennai. I guess this hosting arrangement can’t always work out, althought he did recommend we head to Muzhappilangad Beach.

Skei Restaurant - bicycles are old

Skei Restaurant - Diana

fully loaded

So we hung out at a veggie restaurant in Tellicherry, had some nice food and a dish called ada , this is a sweet coconut and cardomon steamed type of semolina dumpling wraped and cooked in banana leaf. We then headed off to the beach and witnessed a beautiful sunset and what turned out to be one the of best nights under the stars yet.

We managed to get an entire evening without having to entertain or answer anyones questions. This can be a bit tiring after even just two week s on the road, as any touring cyclist could tell you as the questions are always the same. The first question is:

What is your name?

What is your native place?

Where are you going?

What is your job?

Do you have any children?

question time

Muzhappilangad Beach

Adrian's shadow - Muzhappilangad BeachMuzhappilangad Beach

A new friend from London

Kodungallur to Kodakara – 35km

Tuesday 10th February 2009

While we were staying in Allappuzha at the Ayurvedic  Centre we met Nishil and his friend from North London and planned to meet up with him a few days later in Kodakara.

rolled into town

We rolled into town just before 5pm and planned to call him, but he intercepted us on the main road. Very good timing.

arriving at the house photo credit: Nishil Nair

 

cashew nut & fruit

We spent the evening at Nishil’s father-in-laws house and with his family.  Before sundown we had a walk around the plantation and we saw a cashew tree for the first time.  As  Nishi has travelled extensively throughout India he took the time to show us all of the points of interest and must see locations on our journey up the coast and on the way to Pune.  He has as law and marketing background, but if he was looking for a new role Travel Ambassador to India would be a good fit.

an evening in Kodakara

 

sunset

Post office madness

Chertaillai to Kodungallur via Fort Cochin – 65km

Monday 9th February 2009

Rolled into Fort Kochin before the sun was high and made our way to the waterfront after having our daily coconut water and jelly and a breakfast of ‘fried donuts’ and coffee.  While sitting under a tree enjoying the scene a we met Kate and John fellow cycle tourers from Engand who were impressed with our bikes and tidy appearance.  Hopefully we will catch up with them when we get back to London.

Kochin Main Post Office nightmare.  A trip to the post office turned into a headache of mega proportions.  Adrian’s cycle shoes, a D-lock, the elephant given to us by Manoj in Mallappally had to be posted.  First we went to the post office with our items expecting to buy a box.  Instead we had to walk around town in the heat of the day looking for a box.  We labelled and duct taped the box, but that wasn’t good enough.  We had to find a packaging shop to make a cloth sack to put the box in and then we had to label the box with a return address with a felt tip pen.  All in all this trip to the post office took up all of our morning and the beter part of the afternoon. 

While at the post office we had a nice conversation with Ruth from West London and an American friend she was travelling with.  We hope to catch up with them at Dillons in Pajim Beach, Goa by the end of the month.  

Left Fort Kochin via the Jewish Quarter and tried to head north, but we were stopped at a checkpoint near the docks and told by an armed police officer wearing regulation beige that we had to take the Embarcation Jetty to Ernakulam.  We only had 2 1/2 hours to reach our camping destination by sundown.  We happened upon a major festival at Chertai Beach which took us forever to get through.  The upside was getting to see a parade of elephants.  We reached Kodungallur just before sundown.  Spent the night wild camping on the outside of a football pitch.

Coconut Plantation Stay

Mallappally to Chertalai – 75km

Sunday 8th February 2009

Sunil

Part of this journey involved catching the Voicom Jetty across Vembanad Lake to meet with Sunil, the guard at the plantation.  This was our first opportunity to cook our own meal which was a nice change from all the fried products.  All the practice Adrian had washing rice back in London came in handy.  The menu was okra with fresh tomatoes and red onions, red lentil dal and white basmati rice.  The cost of grade A basmati rice in this area seems to be expensive compared to other food items as most of it is probably exported.  The only downside to cooking a meal on a kerosene stove is that it covers everything in soot and makes cleaning up a big production.

Sunil works as a guard on the plantation 7 days a week.  He pulled out pictures of his wife and two boys, mother and other extended family.  They live in the Palayankottai region of Tamil Nadu. 

Coconut water & butter our daily staple

Once we were ready for bed the biggest obstacle was finding a place to put the tent that was not directly in the path of potentially falling coconuts.