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Published: June 29th 2006
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Getting up early is not something Katie is ever in favour of yet she woke this bright promise filled morning singing sweetly in tune to the frolicsome birdies as Chris whistled along to the merry tune. We packed our bags and waved at the congregated village children, who where enamoured by our sweet, sweet music and as we drove out of town we waved as the villagers wiped their eyes sorry to see us leaving… Ahh, we would all like to live in fantasy and that has got to be the biggest pile of shite we have ever told (well one of the biggest piles!)…
THE TRUTH
We woke up, heavy with sleep and communicating in grunts, farts and the rudimentary sign language of early morning neanderthals… loading the bike annoyed us, it was bloody cold and no one was there to wave us off… Although we were happy to be on the road again, Poulet wasn’t so keen on the idea… the first hill of any significance approached, Poulet glared at it and promptly refused to go any farther… We quickly made the decision to coast down to the mechanics and see what we could do… and to
get some breakfast!
Arriving at the mechanics we were told there was no mechanic until evening… too late and too dark… we ordered some chai and an omelet and discussed our options… stay the night here (the only room was the back of the kitchen in a bed shared by rats, the only other company a bunch of goat despoilers playing cards, we thought not)… we also knew the mechanics were woefully low on Enfield spares… Then an idea befell us as we saw a rather nice shiny jeep parked opposite… we approached the owner (also our chef) and bartered our passage to Recong Peo…
Five or so hours rumbling around in a small jeep cab, worried that the thin fabric straps holding our beloved friend would snap and she would fall, break or worse really eased the discomfort of sitting all on top of one another… Coupled with our disappointment at not making it ‘all the way’ the journey was a slightly sombre affair… the only saving grace on this trip of defeat was finding out that our driver was called ‘Butmar’… you can imagine the suppression of giggles… As we rolled into Recong we made a
quick stop secured our old room for the same discount price and then made our entrance to the mechanics where Lucky and his troupe could barely supress their mirth waited… Having a motorbike on the back of a jeep, two white people in the cab and then getting 5 locals to LIFT her down, let us just say that Poulet attracted some giggles, and some outright laughing in our face! We paid Yamumsbutt and he bought us chai and lunch… that was nice…
The prognosis was not good… Poulet needed some serious surgery, a heart transplant… FUCK… The nearest place to do that would be Shimla… 200 kms away, over high, tricky passes back the way we came… Just as we were despairing up walked an Australian dude from Mumbai… he’d just rebuilt his Enfield (Percy) and was heading up to Spiti with his 13 year old nephew, Ty … Garry was our Knight in shining armor he proceeded to help us fix poor Poulet up a bit, teaching Chris some handy maintenance tricks and generally being a lovely person to hang with… We arranged to meet for diner and had a lovely night with them both, playing cards…
much to Tys’ satisfaction we got his uncle playing cards and taught him the finer merits of shithead… We bade each other farewell around eleven, we felt slightly sad at the prospect of heading back to get Poulet fixed whilst our new friends headed up to Spiti… We’d of liked to join them…
Ahh well, looking on the bright side… we’d got Poulet fixed up enough to take us as far as we needed to go (we hoped)… we settled in Recong for a few days… we visited the tailors… had some trousers made… hid behind the blacked out windows of our room from Chris’ persistent gay stalker…and besides chocolate and T.V beckoned… who are we to argue with fate???
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UNC NICK
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Yo Ho Ho, Avast you two, with the release of monsieur depps second Cpan Jack adventure and the remains of a beef curry and Bombay potatoes deliberating weather to stay or go in me tum I thought it was about time to say Hi to Katie & Chris the true Indiana joneses of our times Onward Poulet J Whatever hat or hats I have worn in my life ( and there have been many ) I doff to you both , I have read all of your posts and they have been more illuminating and satisfying than many a book I have read what times you are having the true human condition ah the long forgotten world of olfactory sensations that are kept at bay in our western world smell rules J Some news - Sean got an MBE in the honors list ( gobsmcked)] England got ousted by Portugal in the world Cup ( gobsamcked ) I am actually surviving in a family unit ( gobsamcked ) My regard for Parents and married folk has risen astronomically , unfortunately my tolerance is always playing catch up. What I would give for some of your brave wondering spirits at this time bravo to you both. Love and Hugs Unc Nick