Day Three was the day I fell in love, yet again! with the same old mystic! with the swerves and sways, and the signboards telling me that the cat has nine lives, but I have only one, so I better get a good grip on my bike's brakes.
However, day was not only about falling in love. It was about struggling like lovers. It was also about a lot of decision making, and understanding yet again that destiny does have a hand. We were thrown off our program, and schedules like flies on a wagon wheel.
One of our men got left behind riding slowly. We never realized that our man is so far behind that he would go off to sleep parking his bike under a tree. He had a troubled stomach. We did not see him around and about and naturally, got worried.
We rode back close to 22 Kilometers, to see magnificent scene: our man lying down under a tree with the bike parked around.
Now, they may have a heart of 350cc, but they come with their mood swings. His lady decided to choke her kickstart, and tangle her organs up - the auto-start motor got stuck with the engine gears, and jammed the kick. We looked at her, and she gave us nothing - not even a single clue. We decided to get dirty, and got her on to the surgeon's table. A surgeon guided by instinct and old love for the angry lady.
We opened up the hooks, and saw her insides. Like most complex cases, we chose surgery, and removed the autostart system altogether. The kick was free now but she wasn't the smoothly starting autostart anymore.
We gathered our spirits back, and rode to Srinagar. We reached here only late in the evening around 10 pm last night.
Well, this morning looks shiny, bright, and full of beautiful kashmiris. An old friend is here to greet us and help us in any manner we can. We are staying in a houseboat and calling it a day today. We will go shopping. We will visit the carpet factories. We will also visit the paper machet workshops. We will pick up stuff for our loved ones back home, and praying hard. We will indulge ourselves boating in the Shikara, and we will pray, send our salutes to the nature.
........................ it is evening, and we have done every little thing we planned. It is a great day today. We will move on again tomorrow morning.
Good night a.k.a. Shabba Khair!
Team Ladakh 2011
Houseboat, Srinagar, Meter: same old 900 kilometers
However, day was not only about falling in love. It was about struggling like lovers. It was also about a lot of decision making, and understanding yet again that destiny does have a hand. We were thrown off our program, and schedules like flies on a wagon wheel.
One of our men got left behind riding slowly. We never realized that our man is so far behind that he would go off to sleep parking his bike under a tree. He had a troubled stomach. We did not see him around and about and naturally, got worried.
We rode back close to 22 Kilometers, to see magnificent scene: our man lying down under a tree with the bike parked around.
Now, they may have a heart of 350cc, but they come with their mood swings. His lady decided to choke her kickstart, and tangle her organs up - the auto-start motor got stuck with the engine gears, and jammed the kick. We looked at her, and she gave us nothing - not even a single clue. We decided to get dirty, and got her on to the surgeon's table. A surgeon guided by instinct and old love for the angry lady.
We opened up the hooks, and saw her insides. Like most complex cases, we chose surgery, and removed the autostart system altogether. The kick was free now but she wasn't the smoothly starting autostart anymore.
We gathered our spirits back, and rode to Srinagar. We reached here only late in the evening around 10 pm last night.
Well, this morning looks shiny, bright, and full of beautiful kashmiris. An old friend is here to greet us and help us in any manner we can. We are staying in a houseboat and calling it a day today. We will go shopping. We will visit the carpet factories. We will also visit the paper machet workshops. We will pick up stuff for our loved ones back home, and praying hard. We will indulge ourselves boating in the Shikara, and we will pray, send our salutes to the nature.
........................ it is evening, and we have done every little thing we planned. It is a great day today. We will move on again tomorrow morning.
Good night a.k.a. Shabba Khair!
Team Ladakh 2011
Houseboat, Srinagar, Meter: same old 900 kilometers
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