Aug 18, 2006
I rode a couple more days along the highway, acclimatising to the heat and trying to restore some level of fitness, before taking a short detour to Damman. Damman is an ex-portuguese enclave, just inside the state of Gujerat but autonomously governed with the island of Diu. This is important because the state of Gujerat is dry (in deference to the memory of its most famous abstemious son, Ghandi) and Damman is not. So, Damman is where Gujeratis go to get drunk. Since I'd only just crossed from Maharashtra to Gujerat I hadn't developed the Thirst yet, but I had one beer out of respect for form. There are two forts at Damman. The larger one, to the south of the town, provided a quiet walk along the ramparts, with a view of the sea. I drank it in, knowing it would be a while before I reach another coast. The smaller fort to the north had a school and a church within it's walls. I wondered whether the kids felt lucky to go to school in a fort, and then remembered how prison-like primary school is at the best of times.