So i am alone on my travels now, Muma left and i spent 5 days in Delhi, chatting away in cafes, drinking copius chai and vaguely seeing the sights, whilst there i met some french guys who had driven over to india from France, they happened to be driving down to Arambol in Goa and persuaded me to join them on the journey cross country, it was incredible!
inside the van..
We passed through central india a place very rarely travelled through by tourists, for the entire 8 days i didnt seen another white face, we stopped in tiny villages all along the way, the roads were awful and the people fascinated by us.
The truck broke down 4 times during the trip, we had to replace all the wheels, everything that could have possibly went wrong did!
We picked up many wierd and wonderfull hitchhickers along our journey, this man was a snake charmer from Rahjistan...
beautiful sunsets..
The men on this journey were pretty hatrd work, i was lucky to be with two big pretty hard core guys but it still got to me, i had to hide in the truck allot of the time with crowds of men 50 thick trying to get in at me, it was frieghtening and i was literally beating them off with sticks at points, but the plus side was the women, so friendly and warm as we got further south there was a clear change in the power, the women were in charge and they welcomed me with big wide open arms every where we went.
One of the nicests elements of the trip was being invited into peoples homes in the places we stopped, the warmness and hospitality of middle india is something i will never forget, the people were so generous to us, the most wonderfull experiences ive ever had i think...
