In India there was a considerable amount of kissing the ground.
Every day, on reaching my destination, I felt like doing the same,
seeing I was at the bottom of the traffic pecking order. In saying that,
I still loved India.
Dehradun – Rishikesh - 49 km
At last, the weather cleared, and we resumed our ride to Rishikesh, a
pleasurable route past tiny settlements, and green rice fields. Luckily,
the ride wasn’t far as I was unwell (the onset of dengue fever). I
stopped numerous times to fill my water bottle, which annoyed
Ernest no end.
Still, we reached Rishikesh early, and I settled for a lovely place on
the Ganges overlooking two 13-storey temples across the Lakshman
Jhula suspension bridge. It turned out to be a fortunate choice, as it
unexpectedly became home for the next ten days.