So good so far.
After 2 full days in the rickshaw we had completed enough hours to be good proficient operators. 18 hours in and doing fine, if a little sticky from the sweat. We we're ready to take on the hills. Kindof.
The topology began to take a dramatic turn. The prior terrain closer to the desert consisting of mostly flatland, low lying farmland separated by the occasional dune. We were entering the Northern Ghats, which continues south and becomes the Western Ghats to run the length of the western coast.
There are highways that run the Ghats and we took one through.
I think highway means something different in this part of the world though.
Constant construction, dirt roads, and points with so much pedestrian traffic that you could high-five someone walking on the opposite side of the road (I've learned my lesson, don't do this.)
There is also an astounding ammout of air pollution. What garbage isn't just tossed on the side of the road is mostly burned. As far as we can tell, emmisions standards are either non-existent or so laxly enforced so as to render them as just intentive. The smells generated were aromatic to say the least.
Anyways, we went quick and tried to get through as expeditiously as possible. These were the towns where we were really feeling like racing through. Ratlam's best hotel had broken windows and a viscous pool, not to mention a festival that started at 11:30pm and might have had a gunfight. It was probably fireworks. I was woe to miss it but was mostly grumpily missing my earplugs.
Ride to Ratlam sucked.
Ride to Dhule was almost as bad.
We even had to do a major repair!
Spare tires, v helpful.
Moral of the story, don't go to Ratlam/Dhule.
That's all for now, until next time, cheers!
Mac
The topology began to take a dramatic turn. The prior terrain closer to the desert consisting of mostly flatland, low lying farmland separated by the occasional dune. We were entering the Northern Ghats, which continues south and becomes the Western Ghats to run the length of the western coast.
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| This bit |
There are highways that run the Ghats and we took one through.
I think highway means something different in this part of the world though.
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| Tunnels really, really suck. This one was short enough to see the end. |
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| Just some bumps to keep you on the road. NBD. |
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| Common Indian carrovanning |
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| 'Highway' |
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| Dad was |
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| Express ramp from the lube shop to the highway |
Constant construction, dirt roads, and points with so much pedestrian traffic that you could high-five someone walking on the opposite side of the road (I've learned my lesson, don't do this.)
There is also an astounding ammout of air pollution. What garbage isn't just tossed on the side of the road is mostly burned. As far as we can tell, emmisions standards are either non-existent or so laxly enforced so as to render them as just intentive. The smells generated were aromatic to say the least.
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| In Ratlam. Fuck Ratlam. |
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| Dusty roads, burning trash, passing diesel trucks. |
Anyways, we went quick and tried to get through as expeditiously as possible. These were the towns where we were really feeling like racing through. Ratlam's best hotel had broken windows and a viscous pool, not to mention a festival that started at 11:30pm and might have had a gunfight. It was probably fireworks. I was woe to miss it but was mostly grumpily missing my earplugs.
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| Bad. |
Ride to Dhule was almost as bad.
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| Inaccurate milage. |
We even had to do a major repair!
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| Whered it go?! |
Moral of the story, don't go to Ratlam/Dhule.
That's all for now, until next time, cheers!
Mac
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