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Tso Moriri to Spiti Valley via Parangla

It takes a special kind of stupidity to venture out by yourself into the wilds of the Himalaya without a map, headed for trails you’re not entirely sure exist, over a mountain pass you know nothing about, and dragging a bike to boot. Now mine is a special, and quite capable, steed, but horse trails are, well, for (and by) horses, and sometimes (in the Himalaya, often, it turns out) they do things l just can’t do on the bike –which means pushing and or carrying.   So l set out once again from Korzog fully aware that what l was attempting would be difficult, but without any real idea what l was getting myself into, and lulled perhaps into a false sense of security by the lovely and rideable circuit of Tso Moriri l had just completed. Continue reading…

Tomando mate en el techo del mundo

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While in Leh l met a Mexican-Israeli cycle-tourist and mate enthusiast, by the name of Moy, who was interested in trying some off-road touring (and sharing the kilo of mate l was carrying around – a gift from Simon in Sebastopol because l had been more or less living on the stuff while we worked overtime to get as much done as possible on our treehouse project before l left).  He waited patiently while l cobbled together my equipment, and when l finally had everything strapped onto my bike we dragged ourselves out of Leh and the clutches of convenience and headed towards the town of Korzog on the shores of Tso Moriri on a shakedown cruise for me and an intro to extreme mtn bike touring for him.

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Zanscar – India bound

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The strangest thing about being in India is not speaking the language.  While English is one of the country’s official languages, the common person’s grasp of it is crude at best – Hindi being the real ‘lingua-franca’ in this decidedly large and polyglot nation. Having spent rather a lot of time in Latin America, the sights/sounds/smells of the poverty and improvisation of the so called ‘developing world’ l find familiar, even comforting.  So while l felt welcomed by the din and squalor of the seething mass of humanity that is New Dehli, l was (and still am put off) by my inability to communicate.

My Spanish language skills honed by years of playing small town 20 questions, wherein the questions were always the same.  Order and phrasing varied regionally and individually, accustoming me to the nuances of what’s going on around me.  Even when people are speaking Portuguese l can understand about half of what they say – and certainly get the gist.  But here l’m continually at a loss, this being my first time in India and indeed out of the Western hemisphere. Continue reading…

¿¡ goat has a blog !?

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¿who would have thought?

 

People keep telling me l should write a book.  Which doesn’t seem too likely — at least at this juncture – but l’m good at being interviewed – so if anyone wants to write one…  Blogging is in many ways a poor simulacrum of book writing, but seems at least to require less effort/commitment (and people keep asking if l have one).

Building (beautiful) house type things has been occupying all my time lately so l haven’t felt like my doings were of much interest to the world at large.  But here l am in India doing things with my bike which perhaps have never been done before (generally for good reason), remembering the Riding The Spine mish, and how nice it was/is to have photos and stories collected about one’s travels.  Alas, Jacob isn’t here to do all that work for me, happily ensconced as he is in the world of light and motion, Sebastopol and Tahoe.  Soooo l’m going to give it a try. Taking pictures too! (a Yost family first)  To that end here l am in the tourist center of Pokhara, Nepal staring at a screen in the best internet cafe in town listening to some delightful doom metal (Bloody Panda) trying to take the proverbial ‘hardest first step’:  hope it’s worth it.