After 180 km in two days we rolled into Jaipur, and nothing says fun like getting lost in the afternoon traffic of a major Indian city. Inevitably when we arrive in a city I take us on the most circutious route possible to the hotel, often passing within a few hundred meters of it long before we actually find it. My sense of direction is amazing.
But there is no better way to recover from two long days of riding than to sit on a rooftop drinking beer and taking in the local kite festival. From dawn till dusk the skyline was swarming with colorful diamond shaped kites darting everywhich way, usually in attempt to cut the line of a nearby kite. Every time a flier claimed an opponents kite a loud shout would ring out in Hindi saying "you're done!", and you could watch the maimed kite float aimlessly to the ground, filling the streets, trees and powerlines with a graveyard of unworthy fighters. Highly entertaining.
Turns out flying kites is harder than it looks, at least for me. My attempts to fly the kites usually resulted with them taking a nosedive into a nearby roof. After a while I just gave up because I felt bad sacrificing kites to random roof tops. Now that I think about it the alcohol may have played a role. Good times in Jaipur, now we have a few days to kill before we head west out into the deserts of Rajasthan.
Our bike route
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This will stand as a catalogue of the international travels of an abnormally tall white guy in Asia. Two months in Kashmir surveying and characterizing active faults in the valley, followed by riding my bike throughout southeast Asia for as long as my body and bank account can sustain.
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