It’s 4:30 am I have spent the last 20 minutes trying to correct the typos and mistakes on the previous post.

In the dark with an I phone and all the other excuses it just not worth it so a bit like India itself take the bad with the good accept it and understand ITS INDIA

I was going to finish yesterday’s post but as above it simply is THD, too hard to do.

Phones are now sorted and most have credit, again another Indian problem sorted Shafi had topped up the wrong numbers, not his mistake, just a knock on from the one I am trying to absolve myself from, but was able after a fair number of calls to get the top up put on to the correct numbers .

Anyway  back to diary, landed van to hotel checked in slept, too long for some, swim bloody hot floor burnt feet, blooody cold water, shrunk dangly bits, checked bikes  ride out.

RIDE OUT.

what can I say  I shouldn’t lie, but there again telling the truth always hurts someone , but then as I always told tell the truth.

Shambles, shambolic failure, a complete mess, no not really, The boys did good and in a very short time, well a short time in Elephant years, understood that me waving and pointing at a corner suggested they might want to consider if at all possible, if they would like, perhaps they could, simply stop and wait for the others to come by. It was great to see them move quite rapidly from really don’t have an idea of how this works to each having a light bulb moment, like training a puppy, realising what was wanted , well done boys you did good.

We rode to Shafi house and the route took in everything with the exception of a roundabout, it had traffic lights dual carriageways single carriageway Fast roads tracks, lanes foot paths, fields well not quite fields but certainly foot paths and even a footbridge, before stopping at Shafiis home for a quick  in Indian terms cup of tea.