My name is Indigo Montoya, you killed my father...
Today I am in... well actually I have no idea where I am, but I decided to stay at a really nice hotel. "Nice hotel" means I'm staying in a place that has hot running water and sheets on the bed. Anyways, I started off from Goa yesterday. Agonda beach turned out to be a really nice stop, mainly because I met so many wonderful people. In my first afternoon there I talked to people more than I had in my last two weeks of traveling... if you don't count the travel agency I bought my plane ticket from. It was hard to leave an area that was so easy to be in. By easy I mean the usual finding clean/good food, safe places to sleep, etc.
Yesterday I was riding and had gotten to the point where I was ready to turn in for the night when I saw a sign to a hotel on what looked like a very pleasant beach. I rode down a small side road until I found it and went to the reception to check prices on rooms. As I was walking up I passed about 12 identical Enfield motorcycles all lined up. The hotel told me the cheapest room they had was 600 rupees but they were willing to bargian with me. This was a first in India, most hotels seemed unwilling to budge even when they obviously needed some business. The bargaing ended at 300 rupees and I took a room. I immediatly met the people traveling on the Enfields which turned out to be a British tour group with an organization which I beleive was called Blazing Trails. The owner was a woman who did exactly what I'm doing in India on a motorcycle except it was a while ago, and she had been 23 at the time. She was pretty bad-ass. I spent the whole evening with the group and the next morning. They were all extremely kind, treating me to dinner and breakfast. I also really was impressed by where the tour goes. It really works to get people off the beaten path.
This morning, after saying good bye, I left the resort and headed south. I just stopped in a small town 60km from Kunna in Kerala. This means that I have now entered the last state that I will be riding a motorcycle through on my trip. This also means that I have only about 4 more days of riding before I reach the southern tip of India. I'll take a little longer though. I'm curious to see Cochi (Kochi) which I hear is India's Venice.
Also, another odd highpoint on my trip. I pulled my motorcycle over to ask directions at a gas station and found a man sitting near the gas pump. I said the name of the town I was headed towards and he nodded and motioned with his right hand down the road I was going. At that moment I noticed that he had a sixth finger. It was what looked like a completely normal second thumb. Still, to this very moment, I am kicking myself for missing maybe the most perfect chance in my life to recite a Princess Bride qoute. He didn't understand any english so it would have been a perfect. Oh well, I guess I'll just have to live an only half complete life now.
So in two days I will be in Kochin, and then its down to the next major city where I will sell my motorcycle. From there I will bus the last 80km to the very southern tip of India. I hope everyone is doing well.
Yesterday I was riding and had gotten to the point where I was ready to turn in for the night when I saw a sign to a hotel on what looked like a very pleasant beach. I rode down a small side road until I found it and went to the reception to check prices on rooms. As I was walking up I passed about 12 identical Enfield motorcycles all lined up. The hotel told me the cheapest room they had was 600 rupees but they were willing to bargian with me. This was a first in India, most hotels seemed unwilling to budge even when they obviously needed some business. The bargaing ended at 300 rupees and I took a room. I immediatly met the people traveling on the Enfields which turned out to be a British tour group with an organization which I beleive was called Blazing Trails. The owner was a woman who did exactly what I'm doing in India on a motorcycle except it was a while ago, and she had been 23 at the time. She was pretty bad-ass. I spent the whole evening with the group and the next morning. They were all extremely kind, treating me to dinner and breakfast. I also really was impressed by where the tour goes. It really works to get people off the beaten path.
This morning, after saying good bye, I left the resort and headed south. I just stopped in a small town 60km from Kunna in Kerala. This means that I have now entered the last state that I will be riding a motorcycle through on my trip. This also means that I have only about 4 more days of riding before I reach the southern tip of India. I'll take a little longer though. I'm curious to see Cochi (Kochi) which I hear is India's Venice.
Also, another odd highpoint on my trip. I pulled my motorcycle over to ask directions at a gas station and found a man sitting near the gas pump. I said the name of the town I was headed towards and he nodded and motioned with his right hand down the road I was going. At that moment I noticed that he had a sixth finger. It was what looked like a completely normal second thumb. Still, to this very moment, I am kicking myself for missing maybe the most perfect chance in my life to recite a Princess Bride qoute. He didn't understand any english so it would have been a perfect. Oh well, I guess I'll just have to live an only half complete life now.
So in two days I will be in Kochin, and then its down to the next major city where I will sell my motorcycle. From there I will bus the last 80km to the very southern tip of India. I hope everyone is doing well.
posted by Robert at 11/28/2005 02:14:00 AM
1 Comments:
How great that you met up with a motorcycle club. And someone with six fingers.....whoa. I'm eager to see some pictures of these amazing beaches, if you've got any.
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