Bikaner to the Punjab border, Rajasthan, India
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And we're off!
It is always fun to ride past a school as it's getting out.
The kids have trouble keeping up with us on their single speed bikes but usually
there are a couple of good riders that keep up awhile. I make time to talk to
these young cycling champs- the rest of the kids are a quarter km back and
watching. These boys knew how to draft and took turns at the front to work
together and stayed with us long enough for Gretchen to snap this picture.
Camel and tuk-tuk traffic jam. Not your usual commute.
We passed by a herd of these odd grazing animals. I've no idea what they're
Pushing a heavily loaded touring bicycle through the sand has to be a cyclist
low point. We had to get away from the road so we pushed back to the tree
line in the distance and camped between two sand dunes. We woke up to a
tequila sunrise that only an empty desert can produce and a herd of little
Any expert tracker can tell from these prints in the sand that bike travelers
have been pushing through the sand and may be camped near by.
We thought by laying the bikes on the sand, we might stay hidden from the road.
It worked until some people appeared over the sand dune behind us. The ladies
carrying bundles of sticks on their heads left after a few minutes, but the goat
herder guys obviously didn't have as much work waiting on them. They stuck
around for a long time to have a good stare.
Roadside philosophy. This Dutch man bought a motorcycle
in Nepal and was riding it back to Europe. We were obviously talking about
wise men (other than ourselves) we have met on the road and some of the giant
whoppers we have heard. He crossed into Pakistan later and will be riding
across Iran in a few weeks. Good travels to you my drifter friend!
The pink pants are a casualty of Holi. It's a holiday where school kids and
grown ups alike throw staining colored sand at each other and unsuspecting
Tank! For a few days, we shared the road with a great deal of military hardware
on the move. It's interesting to see, if not slightly intimidating.
The tank trailers are definite wide loads and caused some traffic log jams at
narrow points of the road.
While we eat lunch, the bikes get closely examined. Usually they're hands-off,
but if one guy starts touching, the rest will follow.
Breaking down the tent while the sheep look on.
These sandy roads are full of tire-killing thorns.
From our hotel room, we could see down into this small homestead.
There is a stream of raw sewage leaking through this lot. Add to that the cow
poop and scattered trash. Sometimes India can be a little too odorous.
Weighted scales are a common sight.
It's getting harder to find camp spots as the landscape gets
more crowded. We're determined, but we may be back in hotels until we get back
into the mountains.