It is always the stark juxtapositions that you are undeniably faced with in India that leave a lasting impression on me. Extravagant malls; remote rural populations without access to regular electricity. Smart businessmen travelling by train; sari-clad women carrying baskets of rice overhead walking for miles. Luxury hotels; woven mats to sleep on the floor. A bustling business district; those who cannot afford a day off work to seek medical advice.
Another brilliant cycle trip! For once the weather gods were in our favour, except for the last morning, but otherwise we didn’t start in the rain, get snowed on, or blown off course. And talking of going off course – that didn’t happen this year either.