Trip Start Dec 21, 2009
20Trip End Mar 29, 2010
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Well, during my usual visit to the mechanic, "tomorrow coming" (see previous entry), I wondered if the Great Mukhesh had sold the other silver enfield he has been holding on to. Turns out he hasn't, as up came riding the bike, with a familiar face on the rider. It was my "old" friend Tom, whom I had three times previously attempted to escape from delhi with. Good news!
He also has with him his two friends who speak of course only french, like everyone else around here, but still not understanding a word, we rode off for a day ride through the desert to the underground "shiva" temple
This aptly named blog, actually is quite accurate. This is not a Gonesh year as last year was. Nor a Hanuman year as the year before. Before that was a Parvatti year. No, this year's journey belongs solely to shiva, creation and destruction happening all round me. Tom as explained earlier has really come to make peace with himself and the death of his father, who apparently was not always a saint, but well loved by his son.
A wonderful french woman who stayed here for a couple of weeks, was getting on the bus last night, and got the phone call telling her that her mother has died in France. Poor woman, I can imagine how her thoughts must race as the bus and plane back to france are so slow. All round the hotel, we feel for her and our hearts to out to her. Life and death.
The parts for the Silver Bullet hopefully are coming today, but the delhi crap mechanics have wired the bike all wrong. I did a little rewiring myself to get it to work, but I now have it at Mukhesh's shop for the next day or two so that it can be made perfect. I want no more problems with this bike as I know it has a damn good engine and frame and can be made to be flawless. With storage worked out, I stand a very good chance of riding the same bike again next year.
Tom and Serge (the frenchman) and I have visited a t-shirt shop to get custom made Royal Enfield shirts with the logo on the back and "pushkar" in hindi just below. An initial run of 10, of which I will get two, and then Mukhesh shall decide if he wants to have a larger run with the garage's logo on the back as well. Another innovation designed by many clever minds.
The ride to the Shiva temple was a big roundabout, stopping through small dusty villages to ask directions, going under railroad bridges to nowhere, over rough roads, and smooth, children waving and saying hello all the while. Finally we went up the slope to a rocky canyon in which there were several old (and presumably stoned) men and a shepherd or two.
From under a large banyan tree, the stairs ascended, past numerous outbuildings and into a tiny cave which was shown by the light of a dim torch by a young chai-walla. Inside were two figures of Nandi, one Gonesh, and one Parvatti (wife of shiva, mother india). I made sure to take off my hat and shoes, make a nice bow and "wai" to the all-powerful god, and back up the stairs and a chai later, annointed myself with the holy water that flows clean from a spring under the cave. Can't take any chances, Shiva is the dominating influence this year, it would seem.
Of course I don't believe in any of that religious rubbish, but just the same, it is a nice gesture to show respect and take no chances.