November 23, 2002 GMT
Sand and sandals, camels and rats...

Against all our expectations, and unlike many other visitors, we rather enjoyed the hustle and hassle of Delhi, we really did. But, after only one week, a combination of pollution and virulent colds left us both craving some clean air. And what better way to indulge ourselves and repair our fly blown carcasses than to idle away a few days touring the Land of the Kings.

The deserts of Rajastan beckoned...


Before finally leaving the ring of hell otherwise known as Delhi's traffic system, Adrian finally persuaded me to complete my decline into terminal obscurity through the purchase of a vintage motorcycle. Flat caps in hand, we each bought one of a pair of restored 1942, girder forked Triumph 350 singles and Adrian a 1947 Triumph Thunderbird 650 (as ridden by Marlon Brando in The Wild One). Well, at 650 for a fully restored 'classic' it would have been rude not to. In addition, a tangled mound of rusted junk purporting to be classic bike spares will also be shipped back to the shores of good old blighty in time for our triumphant return. Pardon the pun.

Escaping from Delhi and locating the road to our overnight stop at Jhunjhunu took an awfully long time. Reasons? Well, for a start the roads aren't signed that often in English, neither of us can understand Hindi and when asking directions from a local, there are a few important considerations, if you want to end up going the right way that is. If you start with the assumption that a lot of Indians speak pretty good English, the most important thing is not to load your question. Asking "is this the right way to Ajmer" can only ever, ever result in a "yes". Even if the local can't speak any English and can't understand a solitary word you are saying. However, once you've approached someone and pronounced the destination correctly and as loudly as possible, the local will often claim to know the route just to avoid being a disappointment to you. It's easy to recognise this, instead of firm, concise and simple directions a flurry of hands point to all directions of the globe. In more remote parts where tourists are rare, people may actually be reluctant to help you because your ham-fisted attempts to pronounce a place name, however loudly, just sound like pure gibberish. In these cases, experimenting with the pronounciation of the destination can actually be beneficial and result in the best and most accurate directions. Or may make you appear such a complete and utter, babbling idiot that all around just fall about laughing.


We actually reached Jhunjhunu with few problems other than our consistent hassle with Adrian's rear tyre deflating. Good tyres these Michelin T66 though, plenty of grip (when warm), over 10,000 miles and still lots of tread depth remaining. I reckon they will last at least until Thailand and maybe even Australia. Anyway, we checked into yet another rather nice hotel where we met a retired American lady who was touring India for three months having left her husband languishing (gratefully) in the States. A delightful lady who created an equally delightful smell when her 110 volt curling tongs doubled in temperature thanks to the 220 volt Indian supply. On departure the next morning, Adrian's rear tyre was completely flat so we slowly limped all of 100 yards to the nearest tyre repair wallah. The jammy sod's luck continues to astound me. But, through the usual scrum of onlookers we removed the wheel and discovered that there was no problem with the tyre but that the valve clamp itself was loose. A couple of turns with the spanner and the problem that had plagued us since Pakistan was cured.

On towards Bikaner and the Karni Mata Temple at Deshnok, not for the squeamish this one... It seems that a lot of dead story tellers were somewhere along the line reincarnated as rats, and this place is the equivalent of James Herbert guesting on Jackanory. The thing is you've got to take your shoes off before you enter. And when you do, all you can see, hear and smell are rats. Honestly, there are thousands and thousands of them; young ones, old ones, baby ones, deformed ones, dead ones, ones with humungous testicles for reasons as yet unclear. Heve you ever had a rat run over your bare foot? Well we have and, big balls or not, I for one don't think the experience is going to catch on in the UK quite yet.


Deeper and deeper into the vast Thar Desert we rode, though regions where the monsoons had failed and rain hadn't fallen for over three years. Cattle were dying, the population desparate and the price of a goat had fallen to under 400 Rupees. Of course it was freezing cold and hammering down as we headed towards our 'Arabian Nights' fantasy of Jaisalmer.

Before pressing on with our journey and whilst on the subject of livestock, I'd just like to share yet another of our experiences with anybody who hasn't yet fallen asleep. It disturbs me that, given the choice, cows demonstrably and repeatedly prefer cardboard to vegetables. I would be most grateful if anyone can explain why any number of cows may be found in any Indian town, grinding away on old cardboard packaging in the small hours of the night. And for that matter, I still can't quite get used to seeing packs of dogs disembowelling cows and water buffalo that have been killed in the night. Doubtless the bus and lorry drivers who flatten the unfortunate bovines are reluctant to stop and ensure the mess is cleaned up in a country where the animals are so revered. And to top it all, has anyone else had the dubious pleasure of witnessing road kill dog being ripped apart by pigs or road kill pig being dismantled by dogs? It clearly can't continue, there's just no hierarchy to the pecking order of scavenging.


The 'Golden City' of Jaisalmer was a dream come true with its massive fort jutting out of the barren desert as we approached. In the past Rajput jauhar was declared in the city; a tradition where, in the face of certain defeat from their many enemies, the men would don saffron robes and ride out to meet their deaths whilst the women and children would throw themselves on a huge funeral pyre. Suprisingly, people still live in the fort and there is a maze of temples, streets and bazaars in which you can loose yourself and wander for hours.


We of course did none of that. Instead, we fell lucky and stayed at the most wonderful hotel just outside the fort itself. The management of the 280 year old Hotel Nachana Haveli, Kesari, Divya and Vikram, were such perfect hosts that we felt we could have stayed there forever. I don't think two scruffy, dirty, English motorcyclists could have been made more welcome anywhere in the world and the afternoon I spent playing backgammon in the courtyard with a beautiful Indian princess will remain etched deeply on my mind forever. Against our better judgement though, Kesari persuaded us to join him with some other guests on a visit to the sand dunes of Sam to watch the sun rise. We were up at 4:00 am and followed the jeep to the dunes. Funny how the one time we have to follow a local jeep, the guy at the wheel turns out to be the slowest driver we have encountered on our travels so far. Anyway, it was well worth the effort and after shooting stars streaked across the night sky, we shivered as the sun rose across the dunes, silhouetting camels in the dawn.

In the evening our genial hosts had organised some local folk singing, dancing and food in the courtyard of the hotel which, ultimately, I found slightly disturbing. I'm not really sure that any man should be able to do 'the thing with the hips' that the guy in the following photo was doing. Honestly, we've both had nightmares since and it just ain't natural for a bloke to be able move like that. However, the highlight of the evening wasn't the princess dancing in the moonlight, but Adrian and I showing the locals how we English like to dance 'in the style of our fathers'. I'm sure our close friends know where we're coming from on this one, YMCA anybody?


After solemn promises to return to Jaisalmer for my wedding, it was with great reluctance and even greater hangovers that we bade farewell to our hosts at Nachana Havelli and headed off to the famous camel fair at Pushkar. (Shakti, Divya and Vikram, if you're reading this, thanks for a fantastic time - we will be back!) An easy day's ride that took two after Adrian's bike sprang an oil leak so big that David Bellamy wrote a letter and two cormorants were unable to mate. We think that the leak originated when the bikes overheated in Delhi traffic so much that an 'O' ring sealing the oil filter cover failed. Fortunately, we had a spare paper gasket that would seal the leak and were able to fit it easily at the side of the road, but it cost a few hours and so, rather than travel in the dark, we stayed for an otherwise non-descript evening in Jodhpur.

The ride to Pushkar the next day was actually really tough. With the Indian and Pakistani armies standing down from their respective borders, there was a large number of army convoys and huge volume of traffic clogging up the main roads. This made progress slow and tedious and to top it all, Adrian picked up a puncture from a small, but perfectly formed stone. His appalling good luck continued and we were within spitting distance of yet another tyre repair wallah complete with a fully functional compressor. By the way, don't trust the pressure gauges used by these guys, they are massively inaccurate and Adrian's bike had to be roped down to stop it floating off after we plugged the hole with Roach's 'safety seal'. This stuff is great, it's a sticky liquorice stick that you just stuff into a hole and presto! The puncture is sealed. Whoever imports this stuff into the UK will make a killing.

And Pushkar Camel festival itself? A veritable Isle of Man TT for camels but with sun, sand and absolutely no sea. Up to 200,000 people from all over India come to trade, deal and to bathe in the waters of the holy lake. There are saddhus galore (people who have given up all material possessions on a spiritual quest) and all the visitors are dressed in their sunday best.

Separated at birth, Peter Cotes and a Saddhu...

It's just an incredible experience to be there and the expression 'assault on the senses' is for once an understatement. We just couldn't take it all in but the highlight for me was walking over the dunes at dusk amongst the camel drovers camp fires. The omnipresent and excruciatingly loud music was a bit of minus though - especially at the fun fair. Talking of which, we witnessed the world's worst knife thrower in the rather tattered circus tent. We and the audience just howled in horror when the misdirected guy hurled his knives around his young female targets. It wouldn't have been so bad if the knives had stuck into the board, but they just bounced out in all directions; it really wasn't safe for anyone in the vicinity and the expression on the girls faces was worth a thousand words. And when he put on a blindfold, Adrian had to restrain me from leaving.


Whilst at Pushkar we bumped into Stuart, an Australian traveller we had spent a drunken evening with when we were in Delhi and so plans for a re-match were formulated. As meat, eggs and alcohol are technically 'illegal' in Pushkar, a couple of young guys from the hotel risked 6 days in prison to supply their guests with illicit beer from the nearest town. And when they were actually stopped by the police in possession of the said beer, they were lucky to get away without a beating by paying a 200 Rupee bribe. Stuart introduced us to Geoff and Armani, a lovely young couple from the states with whom we 'hit it off' really quickly. Armani had discovered that for a few dollars, we could rent horses and go for a ride across the desert and dunes. Always keen to incur more damage on our already painful rear ends, Adrian and I readily agreed to join them even though it meant getting out of bed before the crack of noon. It turned out that the horses ranged from steady to insane and I think we were all secretly glad that the boss man accompanied our ride in a camel cart. In fact my old nag took constant effort to restrain it from belting off whilst Adrian's had obviously only been broken in the day before. The camel cart was also a useful place to lodge our water supplies, including my Swiss Sigg water bottle and so I was pretty pissed off when, back at Pushkar, it had mysteriously disappeared. I expected some reparation from the guy in charge - and some was forthcoming, but I didn't expect to see him beating the young kid who was notionally 'in charge' of the cart itself during the ride.

From Pushkar we dodged down to the Ranthambhore Safari Park, where after two 3 hour safaris into the park we completely failed to see any tigers and completely refused to buy any monkey hats. Saw lots of deer, vultures, monkeys, antelope, mongoose and some tiger tracks which Adrian insists were laid by rangers using some special footprint laying machine. Disappointed, we then rode to Agra where Adrian's battery flattened completely outside our hotel. His luck beggars belief. And to top it all, the charging problem turned out to be an open circuit rotor, and we were carrying a spare, and a rotor removal tool!

And as for the Taj Mahal itself, oh boy...


Posted by Sean Kelly at November 23, 2002 12:25 PM GMT

Another fascinating travelogue Sean. I`m looking forward to proof reading the book and then to the film version.
Its amazing that you allowed yourself to get near enough to a rat to study it`s anatomy in such detail !.

I`m interested in the 350 with girder forks. Does it have the registration no. TL6545 by any chance?. In late 1959(or early 60) when I was half your age, I lost a bike fitting that description.
It was a Triumph Tiger 80 which I bought for 30. I was so impressed by the power of the machine I just had to buy it. The guy who sold it to me (Pursall) used to drag logs behind it, all the way down Lubbock Road for bonfire night. Yes, I was smitten immediately - not all bikes could do that.

Unfortunately I never ever rode it. Well to fork out 1 every month to pay for it didn`t leave much towards paying for insurance. I paid a deposit of 18(God knows where I got that from) and the remainder over 12 months. I never knew 12 months could last so long.

I decided to dismantle it and overhaul it whilst I couldn`t take it on the road. I had a rebore and new rings and straightened the push rods etc. and then did a couple of accommodation moves. That`s where I lost touch with it. I haven`t a clue what happened to it. I suppose it could have been stolen "to order" and sent in a container to India. Is it possible you could be returning it to its rightful owner once more?

Thanks for the e-mail by the way - much appreciated.

Take care both of you.


Posted by: dad on November 23, 2002 08:56 PM GMT


Strangely it's a Triumph 3HW which is the wartime army issue T80. There are stacks over here and they are reconned to look like T80s, only difference is an oil pipe!

If we ever get them to UK and started, maybe you'll get to ride one finally!

Posted by: Sean Kelly on November 24, 2002 02:07 PM GMT

Sounds like your having a great time, will buy you a beer when you get back.

Posted by: Andy on February 4, 2003 06:59 PM GMT
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