Jodhpur to Bikaner, Rajasthan, India
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Ten year of continuous bike touring and I am still smiling. Everyday I see
something new but the turning of the pedals is one of the few remaining things
that seems the same as the day I left my Arizona home in 2002. These days
I care less and less where I go - as long as I am going. One of these days
I will find the road that takes me home but not this one - it is going to climb
back up into the Indian Himalayas and bring me along.
The wide open road of Rajathan, India. Gretchen's touring bike doesn't
have fenders but they are not needed here - unless you count riding across
open sewers that cross the road daily or the unavoidable piles of camel poo.
A herd of goats and sheep came through our stealth camp on the side of the road in India.
Gretchen scooped the smallest baby goat and played with it as his mother
watched, One of the goats even tried to eat my touring bicycle derailleur
pulley. "That is not black jam, my goat friend"
The goat and sheep herds are usually accompanied by a couple of pack donkeys
carrying the herders' belongings.
Stopping for directions brings everyone running.
Baby camels have baby camel hump mohawks.
Typical roadside scene in the desert of western India. The oranges are
Dependable sun and lots of spare land makes Rajasthan a prime
location for solar power generation.
One of the engineers rode by us on his motorcycle and invited us to come inspect
this one megawatt solar field. It is privately owned and operated, due to open
soon and begin selling power to the government power company.
These solar panels are manufactured in Malaysia. This station isn't operational
yet. I'm sure they will clean off the layer of dust before getting started. We
saw many small solar power stations, a few wind farms, and a geothermal plant
along this highway.
We found a lake with no one around for a stealth camp that
seemed more like a bird sanctuary. We slept well in the cool desert night and
hung out the next morning watching many kinds of birds while drinking coffee and
eating oatmeal until noon. On a bike tour some days are too short while others
are too long.
Our camp was practically invisible from the highway. A few
goat herders saw us, but mostly it was just us and the birds.
Since there wasn't the slightest chance of rain, we could
leave the rain fly off.
Gretchen's loaded touring bicycle is about the size of a baby
camel. It is fun to ride past a bunch of little ones nursing and playing near
These bulging trucks smell grainy, and I imagine they're full of something
light. Marshmallows, maybe?
Riding through the sand is slippery business.
What happens when a sacred cow dies? They get dragged to the outskirts of town
and left for the scavengers.
Tim circling a temple in Osiyan, India on his touring bike.
After that we entered a remote desert section and stealth camped 3 nights in a
row - we were ready for a shower and beer.
One camping accessory I'm so glad we've brought along - a tarp to sit on at
these dusty campsites.
They're all legs.
Someone wants her own baby goat.