Hydrabad was the worst decision we made and the only route to go was to literally double back on ourselves and head back to the road we had left the day before, a round trip of over 500km, not entirely wasted as every mile brings new adventure but none like the extrimaly low speed chase we had over 45km! The mood turned a little more sinister after we stopped to check a fault on Ezme, she wasn't happy so we decided to pull over and go give her some love, we were quickly mobbed by local workers eager to show thier mechanical prowess, It wasn't long before one of the guys has started and was reving the engine beyond healthy, after Lloyd asking once, shouting once then slapping his hand away, a not messing around fasion but with out being to over th top, for the UK anyway), james (also feeling the mood turn) jumped in and we sped off at high speed to elude angry/annoying mob. 25 minutes later we hear a persistent and overwhelming horn to our rear, popping my head out I notice a motorbike, on the rear is he guys who's hand I've slapped and a slightly older driver, while age was clearly on our side it see,s like he was pretty pissed. They were trying to flag us down, thinking that I had unleashed hells fury by maybe crossing the line and showming massive disrespect the idea of actually pulling over wasn't to attractive so I shouted to James not to stop under any circumstance. These guys were particularly annoyed and had other vehicles try and stop us, a bus almost T-boned us than another motorbike with two young guys pulled up, whilst still doing 60kmph, and signalled to pull over, at which point we concurred it maybe best to stop. Both of us rising pigeon chested from Ezme, he boys preceded to tell how we had just driven off with the slapped guys wedding cards, for the wedding he was ment to be at. Little did we know the cards had been on the seat he whole time and neither james nor I had noticed. It was made worse when the driver declared "he was only trying to help you!"
The wedding cards ->
Never have I felt like such a ass, how could we have misread the situation so badly as to cause a Multi vehicle muddle like such ofer such a distance. This may have been my lowest moment as a human being to date. "dear Sir, if you ever read this I'm truly sorry."
Turns out the choke had been out for the last 4 hours, hence poor Esme wasn't running fluidly. Easy fix.
Back in th main road, it wasn't to long till we got bored again with highways so scuttled off to find adventure most random. We followed a river and managed to squeeze in 20 minutes fruitless fishing. (fishing is a state of mine not nessaraly productive. ;)
The road led us way off th beaten track, our surprise when a man, calmly hailed us and said " Hello my name is BJ, Welcome to India" he proceeded to lead on his motorbike to th local temple, which unlike all the other thousands in india is one of the most sacred, beautiful I was, but also unlike all the other temples to enter this one you must be clean, as in just showered. Ans this we most defiantly not. Onward
The road led to Bhimavaram, a low key town with a new supermarket, one was never a fan of Oreo's till now.
Mosquito bites- 7
Cockroachs- 0
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