a quest.

so it feels like a long time ago when i was forced to say goodbye to my baby blue... we've moved on and life without her has become normal. life here at woodstock has kept us pretty busy, and with little free time to make the long journey... and not knowing if the road would be fixed has kept me from attempting the trip. i was a little worried to head back though, the first time we went there we were snowed out and sent home early, then last time i was sent home without the bike... what would be in store this time?

but i convinced kyle that we should head off on a good adventure before the end of the school year. so we were off at around 7 am on saturday. after a couple bus rides we made it to sankri at around 4pm, over the newly fixed wash-out that prevented my escape in summer 5 months ago. we found raju (our trekking guide-buddy) and there was the bike, looking a little dusty, but still there.


raju's guest house... heading off at the crack of dawn

here's kyle at the washout. it's fixed, not smooth, but fixed.

so this all probably seems to easy... well, it wasn't so simple. one of the beauties of indian petrol is that there is usually quite a bit of water in it, so after cleaning it all out we only had around 2 litres to get us 50 kms to the nearest pump. most of the trip was downhill so we figured we'd coast as much as we could, drive a bit, and then when we ran dry.... push. it felt like we were in "cool runnings". with helmets on, pushing and hopping on.... the locals had some good laughs.

after some tiring pushing we made it to the village where we hoped to find some fuel, but it turned out the gas-man was closed for sunday. so we hired jeep to make the rest of the journey to the pump.