Where to begin. The first thing you become aware of is that you are the centre of attention, groups of people stand, arms folded staring, watching every move you make. They are just curious and you soon get used to it, hardly notice it after a while. One day after showering in camp, I was sitting moisturising my legs, looked up and a line of villagers were watching me. Who cares, I just continued. On our journey most people were extremely friendly, welcoming us into their homes, asking questions about our trip, wanting their photo taken.
The traffic is noisy, hectic, every man for himself. Whoever has there 'nose' in front wins. Horns blasting are used for what they were intended ' look out, I'm here, coming through'. The speed is steady, with buses and lorries hurtling past.
Dirt and litter is everywhere, the people seem content to live with it. Don't seem aware of it.
In Kolkata beggars are grabbing at you from the moment of arrival, quite intimidating. Seeing very young children beg is upsetting but John says it is the Governments problem and we are giving responsibly. Kathmandu seems a world away from Kolkata, there is almost an air of a tourist town about it. Many shops selling all manner of goods, good restaurants, fascinating temples and shrines.
DGH is an oasis of calm and structure. The children smart and cared for, they are the lucky ones.
Will I return, I hope so. Tracy, my sponsored girl is growing up quickly, and I want to keep a close connection with her. When India gets under your skin it is difficult to stay away.
Finally I would like to salute my fellow cyclists - John, James, Ken, Vanda, Digby, Fraser, Michelle, Olga, Janine, Willie, David and Natasha. Not forgetting Binod ( Support Team Leader) who cycled most of the way with us. We all gelled, supported each other, friendships have been made.
Spike and I loved it, till the next time … …
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