Because it is better not to drive to Leh, we have to find a new destination. We decided to search for the source of the river Ganges. The villages in the surroundings of the source are pilgrimage places and a lot of Indian people go there to have a dip in the Holy water just to get rid of all there sins.
This means that we have to drive quite a long distance. We decided to split the journey up in several days.
Today we drove to Shimla, a former English settlement. Unfortunately, the road was bad and very narrow. As a result of this, we were not able to drive faster that 25k an hour. Because the road was very narrow there was not enough space for two vehicles. Trucks and busses rule the roads as size does matter. The bigger you are, the more rights you have. This meant that we were be pushed of the road without remorse or had to be on the side of the road before they passed. At a very high speed the busses and trucks passed us creating dangerous situations. A few times they only missed us by and inch length!
Elles who couldn't hold her breath anymore had enough of it and started searching for one of the presents we got from our friends when we left Holland. This to get rid of all her frustrations. Its a air horn propelled by a gas bottle which can make so much noise that it can cause temporary hearing loss. In India there is a second rule. He who can make the most noise and blows his horn the most can earn respect. So there she was, Elles, hanging out of the window, blowing the horn at every moron on the road that came too close. It worked! We laughed our asses off and the truck drivers braked and looked at us bewildered. We have ourselves a new toy!
Some 50 kilometers before Shimla, on a winding road high in the hills, it suddenly became foggy. Then the fog became so thick that we only had one-meter view in front of us. Not so comfortable as driving became even more difficult as we had no idea how the road went and we couldn’t see upcoming traffic. So there we were, driving with all lights on and even the alarm lights. Elles, at this point, was pressing her nose against the front window trying to give some directions. Then the heavens opened up and it started raining. Not an ordinary shower but a heavy monsoon rain. This made it even more difficult to drive as the outlines of the road disappeared. With less then 15 k an hour we crawled to Shimla. Dead tired we arrive in the pouring rain with zero visibility. When we were harassed by Hotel touts and they wanted to stand on the back of the car it was Michel’s turn to bite his lip. Get of our bus &%#@$#! Aaargghhhh. Full speed we tried to get rid of them and were relieved when we finally parked the car.
‘Maybe a meditation course is not a bad idea.... what do you think..... Michel?’
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