I love waking up to music. It's a rare occasion when one gets to wake up to the sound of live music, but that was the case today when there was a wedding parade walking through the streets. The sound came drifting through the dorm window like the smell of a fresh baked pie is known to do. I kicked myself out of my cocoon and hurried outside to capture the procession. It was 9:30am. Afterwards we went back to the Nepalize kitchen for breakfast and purchased some instant noodles and hard candy for later on down the road we'd be cooking for ourselves. As we prepared to depart from the temple we watched as a man carried a goat up the stairs to the ceremonial area where strict entry rules were inforced (no shoes, no leather, must wear a special hat to enter). We later learned that human sacrifices had been a performed at that temple up to the 18th century.
We spent a good portion of the day riding through a giant quarry with the Spiti river weaving alongside of it. It was a challenging road- dusty and unpaved with vicious shaped rocks on either side. Jon caught the left side of his bike on one which devoured his kickstand and bent the shifter in a cloud of dirt. While we were pulled over the Americans in the jeep rolled up and gave us a pack of cookies for our slight misfortune. They were soft n' melted and reminded me of lunchtime at Jeff Darlings house. Not long after we got out of the quarry Jon got a flat tire, just 8km outside of Reckong Peo. I rode onward to find a one eyed mechanic at small, side o' the road shop. I brought him back to Jon's bike and he had it fixed in minutes. When we got to Reckong Peo we stopped for vegetables and booze, hoping to find a spot in the woods where we could camp out and save some money on accommodation. That's when the thunder spoke and advised us to pay for shelter. By the time we found a reasonable guest house we were pretty wet and I had lost one bag of vegetables off the back of my bike. So much for boiled potatoes. We put on some tunes, made sandwiches and smoked charas as we plotted our route and destinations for the next 4 days.
Read Day 26
We spent a good portion of the day riding through a giant quarry with the Spiti river weaving alongside of it. It was a challenging road- dusty and unpaved with vicious shaped rocks on either side. Jon caught the left side of his bike on one which devoured his kickstand and bent the shifter in a cloud of dirt. While we were pulled over the Americans in the jeep rolled up and gave us a pack of cookies for our slight misfortune. They were soft n' melted and reminded me of lunchtime at Jeff Darlings house. Not long after we got out of the quarry Jon got a flat tire, just 8km outside of Reckong Peo. I rode onward to find a one eyed mechanic at small, side o' the road shop. I brought him back to Jon's bike and he had it fixed in minutes. When we got to Reckong Peo we stopped for vegetables and booze, hoping to find a spot in the woods where we could camp out and save some money on accommodation. That's when the thunder spoke and advised us to pay for shelter. By the time we found a reasonable guest house we were pretty wet and I had lost one bag of vegetables off the back of my bike. So much for boiled potatoes. We put on some tunes, made sandwiches and smoked charas as we plotted our route and destinations for the next 4 days.
Read Day 26
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