Mais l’arrivée est un choc. En prenant simplement un café, nous venons de dépenser le coût d’une journée de salaire d’un ouvrier dans le Madhya Pradesh. Et alors que l’eau manquait cruellement dans le Maharastrah, nous retrouvons un peu incrédules, le plaisir d’un robinet qui coule en continu.
It was only after cycling 1800 kilometres across Uttar Pradesh, Madhya Pradesh and Maharastrah that we finally took a moment to write our news. We had experienced the « rough country » of India as Guillaume S. described it on a daily basis.
Whilst we cursed the state of the tracks with gravel patches and pot holes, we really missed our long cycling days under relentless sun, the kind curiosity of the country folk and their incredible generosity once we finally reached the « Crazy City » of Bombay. Over those 26 days, travelling from Varanasi to Bombay, no less than 22 Indian families invited us in for the evening to get to know their country from the inside of their homes and far away from the tourist trails.
Every morning, at our departure, our hosts – family, temple keeper, priest, student farmer, teacher – inversed their roles and thanked us for the honour of coming to stay.
Among our many unusual stops, we recall the jaïn temple, the Indian wine country and the site of Marie, an eco-site in Mandu, previously known as the ancient capital of Moghol, perched at an altitude of 600 meters. The tranquillity of its countryside was good enough reward for the serious sweating we did to get there.
We broke our long-distance record on our final day of cycling covering over 150 kilometres although the downhill inclination towards the port of Bombay helped considerably!
But our arrival was a shock. With one cup of coffee, we had spent a worker’s daily salary in Madhya Pradesh. As water was cruelly short in the Maharastrah, we found pleasurable disbelief in seeing running water again.
As the city is seems inhospitable to us, we will leave it tomorrow for the port of Bandar Abbas in Iran.From Bombay with love
It was only after cycling 1800 kilometres across Uttar Pradesh, Madhya Pradesh and Maharastrah that we finally took a moment to write our news. We had experienced the « rough country » of India as Guillaume S. described it on a daily basis.
Whilst we cursed the state of the tracks with gravel patches and pot holes, we really missed our long cycling days under relentless sun, the kind curiosity of the country folk and their incredible generosity once we finally reached the « Crazy City » of Bombay. Over those 26 days, travelling from Varanasi to Bombay, no less than 22 Indian families invited us in for the evening to get to know their country from the inside of their homes and far away from the tourist trails.
Every morning, at our departure, our hosts – family, temple keeper, priest, student farmer, teacher – inversed their roles and thanked us for the honour of coming to stay.
Among our many unusual stops, we recall the jaïn temple, the Indian wine country and the site of Marie, an eco-site in Mandu, previously known as the ancient capital of Moghol, perched at an altitude of 600 meters. The tranquillity of its countryside was good enough reward for the serious sweating we did to get there.
We broke our long-distance record on our final day of cycling covering over 150 kilometres although the downhill inclination towards the port of Bombay helped considerably!
But our arrival was a shock. With one cup of coffee, we had spent a worker’s daily salary in Madhya Pradesh. As water was cruelly short in the Maharastrah, we found pleasurable disbelief in seeing running water again.
As the city is seems inhospitable to us, we will leave it tomorrow for the port of Bandar Abbas in Iran.

Quelques jours à Mandu

Rani Roopmati Mahal à Mandu

Les biens nommés, Bucéphale et Pégase au milieu des vaches

Un petit air oriental…

Deuxième article : on vous laisse le loisir de la traduction !

Premier article sur nos aventures!

Une nuit dont nous nous souviendrons dans une école

Enfermés dans un vignoble indien pour la nuit, qu’auriez-vous fait ??

Une route désertique…

Arrivée à Bombay après 1800km de vélo!

Adrien à la maison de Rudyard Kipling, Bombay
bonjour,
je lis avec plaisir vos textes. Bonne continuation ! vous avez l’air très en forme et remplis de pleins de choses. bravo à vous deux. marie du col de la lauze
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