|November 16, 2014
Finally out of Delhole. It’s 8:30 AM. Having chai along side the highway. I had to get bidies too.
I escaped the clutches of Delhi without incident or asking for directions. I am not sure what time I left the hotel. I woke at 6:30 AM. Late. But it was OK. There was still very little traffic.
I was BS’ing with a local and he asked me if Suukyti was a BMW. Yes. He then points across the highway. Low and behold the BMW shop. I thought I was out of Delhi. I didn’t see it! I will turn around and am going to BS with those guys too. It’s been a couple of years I was there. I wonder if they will remember me. Yeah, I am sure.
At another chai stall. 80 KM’s from Mathura. There are lots of kids. Today is Sunday. No school. Anyone under the age of sevem does not have shoes. I wonder if they go to school. No one speaks ANY English. None.
Just passed Mathura. 40 KM’s to Agra. 80 KM’s to Firosabad, 55KM’s to Etmadpur. It’s 12:38 PM. I don’t know how far today. It all depends on whether or not I can find the ring road around Agra. It’s a big city and if I get caught in it, it will be hell.
The BMW shop was closed.
November 23, 2014
Well, what to write about today? This is India. There is plenty. For the first time I saw an accident. Not just the aftermath. Two lorries. Head on. Motherfuck - they were ripping that sole out of the cab. He was a screamen’. Everything from the waist dowm was fucked the mother fucked up. He was the driver of the lorries. Everyone was trying to pull the cab from him. Jaws of life? They were like monies. There he is free. No spine board – othing. They pull him out and everything south of his hips is a flipflopin’
Slow fucking going.
I just took me a half an hour to get my gear from the bike to the room. Questions.