Rishikesh to Banbassa, Uttaranchal, India
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The road leaving Rishikesh, going towards Haridwar.
Vegetable vendor. I believe that's a pile of okra.
Near a nature reserve. Nice quiet pine forest with a not-so nice road.
Those are the cheap seats up on top of the bus.
No one cares where I camp while bike touring the rural villages in India.
I just pull over when I feel like it and the locals walk on by with only a
wave and a greeting.
The government put in these well pumps. It made it super easy to camp because
the pumps were everywhere.
Stopped for a snack. I probably ate a bag of Kurkure, my favorite Indian junk
Some schoolboys spying on my campsite.
Hey Uncle! Hey Mister! Hello Sir!
Before I came to India and dealt with the drivers I would never have thought a
sign was needed to tell us not to obstruct the elephants and they have the right
of way. I give them lots of room
Local tire repair shop I visited. They could not believe my touring
bicycle tires held 70psi but I had them keep pumping (checking with my gauge)
until we got it. Everyone expected an explosion but instead I paid the
equivalent of US 11 cents and cycled away.
Fruit and Vegetable man with his cycle truck. Sometimes I see these
guys selling bananas when I overtake them on the road and they happily pull over
and sell to me. I love human powered venders and always prefer to buy
from my bicycle brothers.
India's roads in the flatlands are clogged with cyclists and trucks.
Traffic here is unorganized chaos but that is exactly the way they like it.
One man said, "India is a free country. You can cycle on the left,
right, or center of the road."
Washing dishes at the tiny cafe.