Tag: Motorcycle

I have tightened the chain and am praying with my hands folded that the sprocket keeps going. I leave Nagaur early to reach Jaipur early to get my work done early.

Darn.

I haven’t seen the sun at 6 am in like 600 years. And for what do I break this record? A dumb camel ride. This has to be the stupidest idea ever.

Since one of the objectives was to reach Jaisalmer (have heard too much about it), the idea of getting to Jaisalmer is at the peak of my mind. As I wake up in Bikaner and have my morning cup of tea, I know that objective is going to be fulfilled today. Jaisalmer is about 330 kilometers away. And all that is spread over those 330 kilometers is even more of the mind-numbing boring straight sand banked stretch of black tarmac that I had begun to hate yesterday. But then, this is the deal I chose for myself.

Gyaniji turned out to be somewhat funny too. I visited him in the morning to get my chain to optimum tension for the journey ahead. He presented a photographer to me. Apparently he takes the photograph of every single one of his customers for his records. So I pose on the bike and get my imprint taken for eternity to be fixed on Gyaniji’s wall (or his scrapbook) and head out.

After the dark night came the bright sunny but completely useless day.