Rajasthan, or something like that #3

The booze shop. Nice big boards. They still have that pig sty at the back where we have quaffed many a chill beer. Change: Very good

Many, many brands are available now. Back in the day, we just had Knockout beer, ACP whisky and Old Monk rum. And 45 bucks a beer ?!? We used to pay 60, man. Change: Very good

Yeah, and then it started raining. It rained right through the next 5 days, and I never took a single snap. Aah well, the next time, mebbe. Gives me an excuse to go to Rajasthan again.

I need to do the city tours for each place. In Bikaner & Jodhpur, I just saw a couple of forts, a palace and a museum of some sort. I kept riding though long straight highway roads, with desert sands on both sides and continuous rain. Repeat ad nauseum, until I reached Delhi.

Evening of the 17th, I’m in the outskirts of Gurgaon in a traffic jam, when my clutch cable gives up the ghost. I rode without a clutch till I reached Vasant Vihar, and then started opening the bike to replace it. All went well, except for 1 bolt which just would not budge. I tried for a couple of hours, then called Royal Beasts Karan, who tried for another hour.

I spent the night at Karan’s place, and the next morning, we tried to open the magnet cover again for about 4 hours. Nope, the bolt would not turn a single degree. The groove was long gone, and we’d cut three more grooves through, each of which had slipped and gone.

By the afternoon, we just gave up, and decided to head to the station and load the bike. We had a nice reunion at the station with Sam, Adrian and Arun, who also loaded their bikes with me. We spent the night at a hotel near the airport.

Party right through the next day, till it was time for the flight in the evening. I’ll never tire of saying this: Kingfisher Airlines rocks. We even had a comedian Bihari pilot. "Thees ees Captain Misra. Belcome aboard Kingpisser Airlines".

We had a large reception committee at the Bangalore Airport. Full RTMC-style riot happened, and we headed to our usual Indiranagar adda, the Beer Joint Pub (BJP to familiars). It was great to be back in Bangalore.

Finis. The end. Yippity yappity yeppity That’s all, folks!