Back in the Saddle again!
Trip Start Dec 21, 2009
20Trip End Mar 29, 2010
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I have met a travel partner, English fella by the name of Tom, who has been living in Lao and France for the past several years. I came to look at the black bike that was for sale, and he had just snatched it up, so we got to talking over a couple of beers. He is a motorcycle rider from way back, such as myself, but has never done any riding in India. The clincher for me was that as I ponder through my memories of rides past, going solo as I did, I remember the blood, sweat, and tears of the whole experience. The trials and triumphs, so to speak, and I believe that with a riding buddy the trials might just be a little less in the long run. Maybe I'm getting a little older, or maybe I have less of a death wish now that my hand is promised to a wonderful lady, but as I teetered on the fence of "to ride or not to ride," meeting someone cool with whom I have a good rapport and who has plenty of enthusiasm was just the nudge I needed to get over that hump.
So now as I write this, a royal enfield bullet is being prepared for me--a white color with a classic design, slightly skirted fenders, and the classic trimmings. White enfields are actually quite rare, mostly they are the color of traffic police bikes. Maybe I'll have no trouble at all with any local authorities then. . .
I have had two above-the-gumline cavities filled, 15 minutes each, done for about 11 dollars each. Can't get that kind of service in the western world, thats for sure. Only thing is, because there is minimal drilling, no anesthetic is required, leaving me for an interminable 5 minutes or so gripping the arms of the dentist chair with white knuckles, and involuntarily humming out my pain. Fortunately it it over fast, but novacaine-less dentistry is not recommended for those without a very, and I mean, very high pain tolerance. One more to go this afternoon, and my dental work is complete.
Paharganj will be changing soon, this is perhaps the last year of my beloved (and behated) grit and dirt. The Commonwealth games are coming in October, so many of the decrepit old buildings and guesthouses will be torn down or reduced to make the main baazar street acceptable for foreign high-rollers who will turn up for the Games. Ah, Dirt and Shit, how I will miss thee.
Well folks, wish me luck, I am on my way out to camel country in the morning. Hopefully The Great and Powerful Remover of Obstacles (Gonesh) , will see fit to look over this traveler and keep the camels out of the way, and even perhaps the drifting sand off the road. At least it will be warmer there.
Stay tuned for dramatic desert-scape pictures!