Some how l find my life much less worth writing about when l’m not mtn bike touring. I expect anyone who reads this would find it less interesitng to read too. So (as is obvious — by my lack of posts) l’m not going to bother.
In case any one is interested — l’m in Canada. Staying in Vancouver BC, with my sister and her fiance, designing and building a wedding dress for her. So far so good ( and yes l mean building — thats what they call it in the costume world, theres alot more that goes into such a project than just sewing)
It’s been a month or so since l left india. Since the last blog entry, l cycled across megalaya, which was pleasantly mountainous and remote enough to be campable/ relatively untrafficked despite riding on main roads. Lovely really — would like to spend more time there, especially since l managed to ride right past one of (the extremely few) tourist attractions l actually wanted to see — namely the tree root bridges of cherrapunji. I knew l was close, but lacking a map, and all flustered/discombobulated by having dates and times/ticket purchased, and such like, I just rode right past it (and didnt realize for a couple of days). Being on “car time” and main roads l couldn’t really turn around so l kept blasting to siliguri (west bengal) in time to catch a train to dehli. The one perk of bieng on main roads though, is that l ran into other cyclists. ( 2 of the 4 l met in the last year)