Yuksom, Pelling, Siliguri, India to the Bangladesh
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Replacing worn-thin break pads and a general bike tune up before setting out.
Enjoying the view at midspan.
One of Sikkim's many crashing rivers.
A highlight of all jeep tours, Khangchendzonga Waterfall is proof that
popularity can wreck a nice natural spot. Hard to enjoy the view when you're
about to run over by a honking jeep!
The morning view from our balcony in Pelling. The snow-capped peaks in the
distance are Mt. Pandim, Mt. Siniolchu and Mt. Khangchendzonga, third highest in
Pelling has turned into quite a tourist hotspot for its morning mountain views.
The Yeti lives up there.
Going into mountain man mode.
Worth the early morning.
On our way down from Pelling we came upon this little traffic snarl.
Couldn't resist stopping at this magical Tibetan gazebo.
This little guy was just about ready to walk and completely unafraid of
Leaving Jorethang, site of our tragic pannier robbery. I'm now carrying one
of Gretchen's rear panniers since I just can't bear not having matching
We get special parking in Melli Bazar. a pleasant little town where we spent
our last night in Sikkim.
A chunk of glass, most likely from the famous Sikkim Hit Beer, put a deep cut
in my Schwalbe Marathon tire. Looks like I will be adding 2 new
touring bicycle tires to my package of things being sent from the USA to
Following the Great Rangit out of the mountains. There were numerous water
projects being constructed on the river, making for lots of truck traffic and
A long drippy tunnel.
Car diving ahead.
On the highway before Coronation bridge, we were rushed by roadside monkeys. I
think people feed them from their cars, training them to be aggressive and mean
little buggers. Probably the same motorists that toss beer bottles on the
street, making life miserable for cyclists!
Road King, I love you!
Somewhere along the road, my Tubus front rack broke.
The rack still functions as it is and I can fix it if I can find a hose-clamp.
How I wish I still had my repair kit and tools!
Cooking up some tasty lunch.
If my Brooks saddle bites the dust, I could always buy the Indian version.
Our last lunch stop in India. We had delicious fried rice, under the
watchful eyes of everyone in town.
A proud Indian lady.
Little boys interested in the bikes.