Rickshaw Run Through India

Rickshaw Run Through India

Before we knew it, we were registered with The Adventurist, the organization placing on the race, and Frank Water, a project that we were fundraising for which would convey clear drinking water to India. On the fundamental stage, we had been to be given a cycle rickshaw on the starting line and told where the finish would be. The 3,000km in between, whether or not it was lodging and food, engine problems and encounters with the police, or the rest we might fathom, can be completely up to us. We assembled two groups; Grabby and Pat added Nick and Eric (both pals of Pats) and called themselves "Shaw to Curry Favor" (STCF), and I teamed up with Mike and Justin and dubbed ourselves "Triple Threat" (TT).

4 of us arrived on the Delhi Airport in India. Since we had just a few days to kill before the race started, we determined to do some touristy things. At this level it was just Grabby, Mike, Justin and myself. We had a driver reserved that picked us up from the airport and took us to our hostel. As one could think about the country seemed like complete chaos as quickly as we arrived. Sensory overload was on the spot with all the sounds, smells, and sights zipping past us. Upon arriving at the hostel the first thing we had to do was check to make sure our trains for the following few days had been nonetheless good to go. They weren't. We hadn't made it onto any of the train lists so we had to cancel our reservation. The great workers on the hostel decided to assist us out and give us a taxi and a driver for the 900km we had to go. Because of the mishap with the trains, our keep in Delhi was reduce very short, and so, as a way to at least see some of the metropolis, our hostel arranged for a driver that might take us around town that evening. We went to a couple temples and monuments where he snapped some photos of us earlier than taking us to this wonderful India restaurant called RDX for dinner. We had to call it an evening at this level because the next day was an early one.

At the first light our cabbie picked us up (late after all - as every part seems to be in India) and we started our trek to Agra with a view to see the Taj Mahal. After hours of lengthy drives by way of the desert, many pit stops for road side food, and beggars with monkeys that wished pictures for which they charged through the roof, we arrived in Agra and spent an hour driving round as our cabbie tried to find the hostel we reserved. It was a nice hostel however hidden away, beneath construction, and freezing cold. The caretakers slept on the ground behind the reception desk. This is actually something we noticed plenty of in India. Plainly many people sleep at their place of employment. So many occasions we'd pull as much as fuel stations and eating places early in the morning just to wake the workers so that they could begin their workday.

We arrived at our hostel and our cabbie disappeared, so we determined to go for a walk. We discovered a Pizza Hut and of course went in to order some pizza and copious amounts of beer. The complete workers, about 12 of them, stood around our table and watched these white guys devour monumental pizzas and lots of beer, only serving the opposite clients when necessary. They took pictures and entertained us, and one of the workers members actually requested to take a photo with Grabby and his shirt off - They had been impressed with his physique. After this gong-show, we grabbed a cup of coffee and stumbled back to our freezing hostel because the next day was going to be incredibly lengthy as well.

In the morning we visited the Taj Mahal. This was an attention-grabbing expertise because it is such a legendary place and our tour information had so much useful info, but we could not see anything. The grounds have been rifled with fog and the everyday "perspective picture" that every vacationer takes on the Taj was just four guys standing towards a foggy wall. Ha! Going into the Taj Mahal was fascinating as we saw all of the large marble slabs that were transported there by elephant and the embedded gemstones that glow within the moonlight. But as the whole lot to this point in our trip we had to wrap issues up and start moving on. We had 14 hours of driving ahead of us that day. Bikaner was our next destination.

We quickly realized that till now our pal Justin was being ignored in all places we went. We deduced that because he was brown (somewhere in his family lineage he is of Indian descent), most Indians didn't think he was a vacationer but instead our driver. They would not take his order, speak to him, or even give him a menu. In addition, we observed that our driver was by no means around. He did not eat with us nor did he sleep with us. He always had some native model offered to him. With a purpose to figure out this discrepancy we decided to make associates with him and discovered that we had one wild driver. Now that he had mates, he determined to start out driving like he usually does: with site visitors, in opposition to site visitors, by way of red lights and on sidewalks. Upon arriving in Bikaner our driver crashed into a few guys riding a moped, spoke with them, and just brushed it off and moved on. Once we arrived at our hotel we had some dinner in the lobby bar whereas watching a musician play a sitar. Subsequent thing we know our driver stumbles in with a bottle of whiskey and a bundle of cigarettes ready to party. There was clearly no partying going to occur, so we took him back to his trunk, where he seemed to have arrange camp, and talked him out of a series of immanent bad decisions.

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