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Adam Motor Biking through town

My View on Bike

Sad Views from Train

After checking out of our major pad in Jaisalmer we went to another haveli which we where to depart from for our safari. We had about 4 hours to kill before going out into the desert (really just more desert but our destination would also have sand dunes, a lot less traffic and considerably less trash).  The owner offered a room to us which was great because I was feeling under the weather and probably running a slight temperature.  I’m thinking great, I’m getting sick and I’ll be bouncing up and down on a camel!  I was able to sleep a little and along with some magic pills seemed to be under control.

We then left by car deeper into the desert for our overnight camel safari.  As you may have guessed, it was your typical over night tented camel outing, similar to the ones offered in NJ:).  The standard camels, dunes, great sunsets, tents, quietness.  It was short and sweet.  Later in the evening we had a late dinner with other guests followed by a show of traditional Indian dance and music.
We returned late morning the next day.
Then the crazier fun began.  Having  asked our guide a few days before about taking motorbikes out for a ride (in the desert of course)  he came through. The owner of the haveli offered his own personal bike!  I actually went on the back of another bike with him driving to a repair shop and picked up his sweet Royal 350 CC  Motorcycle.  I then followed him back to the haveli getting some puzzled looks from the locals with my sweet ride, I felt like I was in Easy Rider. After some more arrangements and a little arm twisting I convinced Adam that it would be fun to go out for a spin and would more than likely not get killed in the process!  As India has the highest death rate on the road I was hoping for the best:).  The basic driving technique employed in this country is to go forward with the least resistance.  I figured I could do that.  As long as we can remember to drive on the  opposite side of the road,  pass either side and sometimes drive on the wrong side all should go well.  Oh beep beep like crazy and don’t hit any cows.
What a blast! I lead with our guide on my bike giving (trying) me directions by mostly pointing.  The funniest directions where “left, right, no, left, right”.  What was that, I couldn’t process that for sure. What he was referring to is that since there are open sewers everywhere along the road the ones with the biggest gaps have these plates PARTIALLY over them (to ease the pain I guess).  As we approached one of the larger openings (notice I didn’t use the words OPEN SEWER) I missed his que and kinda went dead center of course where no plate existed!  Luckily I hit it better than worse and neither of us required any sterilization (my shots are up to date, but when the infectious disease doctor at home had to decide what immunizations I would need based upon where I would be traveling and what I would be doing I don’t recall mentioning anything about maybe falling into an open sewer).  Other than your normal crazy traffic and your normal cows in the road (beep beep), all went well. We stopped for lunch and Adam had to do more $2 T-shirt shopping.  Then back to haveli for shower and mentally prepare for the next leg of the journey.
An 18 hour (if all goes right which it normally doesn’t) train ride all the way mostly east and some north from the edge of the Indian desert back to the big city of New Delhi.
The third part of our hook up (room and motorbike where the first two) was that the owner of the haveli also arranged for his brother that lived some 5 hours away along one of our train stops to meet us with a nice warm veggie dinner!!  So sometime around 10 pm we got a call and then magically this guy boards our train with a box of goodies all for the both of us!!
We had met a mother and son at the haveli (she resides in Toronto and her son in Australia) traveling through India for 2 weeks thus far. They spoke of the horrors and scams they had been through during their travels and where so fed up they where returning to their respective homes.  This was her second time in India but she was just overwhelmed and exhausted.
So far we have been far luckier!
In a few hours we arrive in New Delhi for 1 day and then we fly up north into the mountains to Manali.
The train ride was nowhere as bad as we though it would be.  In fact, a few hours after we settled in to our 2nd class berth (this compartment only had 3 beds so we had more room, well actually Adam’s bag) our agent called and said he forgot to tell us our wait listing for 1st class came through, we stayed put and had a good laugh!
PS – For some reason Adam doesn’t snore on trains!
There is a god:)
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