Motorcycle Diaries
Travis has gotten pretty confident on the motorbike now and since my bruises are healing, I agreed to a two-hour road trip on Sunday. We went with a group of Indian architecture students our age to the town of Gingee, which boasts a 100 year old fort and temple.
The fort itself was amazing: the view from the top was well worth the 45 minute climb in the raging heat...and fighting the monkeys to get there. But I'd say the real story is in the journey. We left at 6am and enjoyed a peaceful, beautiful drive and the cool morning wind in our hair. Our celebrity status seems to have increased and I felt like Miss America on a parade route through the little villages. Children jumped up and down as we passed, delighted with a simple wave and a "hello!" Everywhere we went we were greeted with the same enthusiasm --it does a lot for one's self-confidence, I must say.
The drive home was less thrilling.
Two hours in the scorching Indian midday sun, wind-burned and dodging huge buses and honking trucks, my bum was sore and Trav was starving. Our traveling companions knew the way home and are also more used to the ridiculous Indian roads; they sped by on their motorcycles, leaving us to wonder if we were even heading in the right direction.
In the end, we navigated our way through the city, avoided being run off the road, and met up with the rest of the group. But all's well that ends well: the experience was well worth the trip.
posted by Lauren and Travis @ 4:43 PM
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