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Sunday 4th December.  Jaiput – Pawas 39.07miles.

2/26/2017

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Doesnt’ take long from the Jog Residency to reach the beach, which looks so inviting but I don’t stop.  I have breakfast when I get to Ganpatipule (which I’ve been misremembering and mispronouncing all morning: “Gopattipoo?  Go-pontipool? )  Breakfast is a dry omelette and the usual white roll and chai.  I imagine a factory churning these white rolls out.  Finished the book I read feverishly all day yesterday – I am not as averse to cliché as one of the main characters, Crispin Hershey.  There were many sub plots in the book that seemed inconsequential to the main plot. 
 
I am following the ‘TOD’ signs first spotted by Darren (who I received an email from – he is still laid up with ‘Delhi belly’ back in the chalets but is hoping to catch up with me at some point).   He thought the message spray painted in the road said ‘TOP’, especially as it was near the top of a hill and was immediately followed by the message “Nearly There” on the tarmac.  For the last two days I have continued to get messages for TOD – which has been particularly helpful with arrows at major junctions and even uplifting when the messages urge one to “hit it” or let you know that there’s “just one more hill!” or “Climb this for an AMAZING view!”
 
The signs have also led me to this Ashram.  They actually pointed the way to a place across the road, but that one is closed and the guy in the shop suggested I ask in here.  ‘Here’ being a large building that seems to exist to house Hindu devotees coming to visit the temple next door from other parts of India.  The manager let me stay anyway – no charge but a donation encouraged I think.  I was shown to a basic dormitory on the 4th floor (4beds with hard matress– but just me staying – with bathroom en suite – indian shower, western loo).   I washed some clothes out and hung them up to dry before setting out to go to the Puja at the temple for 7.30pm.  I was told I could get a veggie meal too, for a donation.  The Puja was fascinating – musical chanting, but I sat out and watched, not participating (couldn’t read the Sanskrit crib sheet) so it felt wrong to get the food.  Besides, there seemed to be some kind of registration and queueing system to get the meal, so I just went back to the Ashram and had the three mandarins I didn’t lose today.  I also did a bad daily drawing of some bullocks.    Hey – nearly forgot to mention – it rained today!  Just a few spots – but remarkable. 
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Saturday 3rd December Guhagar – Jog Residency Hotel (Jaiput) 26.07miles.

2/26/2017

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​I left early and left Darren to recuperate from the consequences of the fish curry last night (I had a veggie meal).  We agreed to meet at Valneshwar beach if he felt well enough to move on later.   Climbing the hill from Guhagar I get a wonderful view back over the Konkan coastline.  I keep seeing a small bird with a white belly, red flash under a punk hairdo and its tail – cute!
 
The sounds are getting more jungly by the day: ratatatting, teeth grinding, squawks, hoops and cheeps abound!  Another bird flew past – Thrush size, stripy wings and a long sharp beak – dramatic. 
 
On the top of the hill – where it plateauxed – a ‘township’ was being built – with a very new tarmac road to accompany it.  Then, just when the downhill started, the tarmac disappeared completely, to leave a dirt track.  I was reassured when I saw a tuctuc labouring up the opposite direction that it remained passable.  Down to the beach and up the other side.  I had breakfast at the place where the road to Valneshwar branches off from the main road.  A gentleman offered to buy my breakfast for me, but I declined (politely I hope).  ON the way up yet another hill,  I spot another of the large crow like birds, russet coloured wings with black bodies, long fan tails, and a hooked beak (for tearing meat?). 
 
Valneshwar was a detour of about 4km.  The Hindu temple was interesting, the beach so so, and I sat and read my book in an ever shrinking patch of shade for most of the afternoon.  I’d bought some fruit that morning – 3 mandarins – and they’d disappeared.  I tied them, in their plastic bag, to the back of Rowenna.  Now the bicycle lay on the floor and the fruit had gone.  I suspected cows – they’ll eat anything!  But it could have been the gang of children I’d seen earlier. 
 
Around 4pm, I suspected Darren wasn’t going to come and it gets dark around 6.30pm so I decided to move on.   Although it was still light when I reached the ferry at Tayvalu I had to wait until half past 6.  This meant it was dark when we crossed the river.  I immediately started looking for a room and was directed to the top of the hill.  There was a half finished monster of a hotel, built to house the workers from the Power Station one could see from the ferry glowing in the distance.  The place was filled with helmeted, hi-viz jacketed guys in steel toe capped boots.    Just time to eat and then fall asleep on the hard mattress.  I’d lost my helmet today.
 
Weird dreams.  Steve thinks they’re guilty conscience resuting from abandoning him. 
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Friday 2nd December Dapoli – Guhagar  28.61miles

2/26/2017

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​After breakfast, downloaded a komoot map which showed there were 4 hills to traverse, the first soon after leaving town.  Despite me being slow, Darren seems happy to stick by me as far as Goa – stopping at the top of the hills having a ciggie while he waits for me to catch up.  I’m good on the downhills though!
We plod on through the sub tropical jungle and see plenty of monkeys along the way.   I NEVER thought I could think of monkeys as ‘common’!  These ones has black masks like robbers, and bound along like they have springs for limbs.  They had extra long prehensile tails too.  We also saw some large, weaselly creature crossing the road a few metres away from us. 
 
A ferry costs all of 50 rupees for the two of us, plus both bicycles.  A guy holds on to Rowenna all the way across, which is kind.  It’s great chatting away to an Irishman – especially one as easy going as Darren.  I feel like I’ve known him much longer than just yesterday. 
 
We arrive in Guhager at 4pm.  We decide to stay in some nice cabins with a touch of luxury for 1300 rupees.  No wifi though L 
 
 
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  Thursday 1st December Kelshi – Dapoli  24.61miles. 

2/23/2017

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​I cross over two bridges, looking down on colourful fishing boats – their decks and sides painted, and flapping flags in Indian colours.  Up and down undulating and pot holed roads past lush vegetation.  Once again, there is much evidence of fecundity: chicks following chickens around, dogs sniffing bitches who look like they’ve just had pups but are keen for more.  Calves alongside cows and the bullocks roam free with their kohl lined, sleepy eyes. 
 
I am hearing a lot of interesting noises again – birds that hoop, hiccup and some other that squeak like a gate needing oil.  I’m sure some of the noises are made by monkeys howling too.
 
Breakfast was chilli packet soup with Bombay mix crunch on top, served with the usual cotton wool fluffy white doughy rolls that mother would be proud of.   
 
I met Adam in Paj, where the women were hanging up silver fish on racks to dry whilst the crows looked on hungrily.  Adam tells me he went to Goa in 1971, and remembers Woodstock well.  A crowd of younger lads listen in to our conversation and mimic his laughter, rather cruelly I thought, but Adam takes no notice.  Adam treasures post cards from Dutch and German travellers he has hosted in the past – all looking very faded and one I spotted was dated 1999.  I will have to send him some new ones for his collection.   One of the minxes that was taking the Michael, also zeroed my bicycle computer – so doing some quick calculations I estimate I’ve done 10miles or so today. 
 
I decide to stop for lunch at Murud beach, despite it being off my route slightly, as I’d been told it was a ‘good’ one.  It wasn’t particularly.   There were a few stalls set up to serve snacks – and the accompanying rubbish strewn around.  There was a large crowd of young lads having a lark, strutting like young cockerels and showing off to each other.  Then there was a gang of dogs behaving much like the boys.  And cars.  Not at all the quiet idyll I’d been looking forward to.  I felt like going for a swim so stuck my t-shirt over my swimming costume to avoid the audience.  After I’d been for a swim, a man approached to tell me that this wasn’t a good place for me to swim, because these were the ‘wrong sort of people’ who were ‘talking about me’ (in a derogatory fashion, I presume).  Well – the warning came a little bit too late as I was already getting ready to leave, and I wasn’t that bothered because I couldn’t understand what they were saying anyway. 
 
Onwards and upwards.  I was pushing Rowenna up the incline to Dapoli when I met Darren!  The first cycle tourist I’ve met in ages, and he was from Ireland.  He spurred me on to greater efforts and we got to Dapoli in no time.
 
Transpires he’s been following in my wake for the last few days – always just missing me.  Both Sushan in Harihareshwar and the guy in Murud had told him I’d passed this way.      It was great to compare notes about the Indian experience with another European.  Darren is a 31yr old Engineer who’d resigned his job to have a great adventure – like me, he hadn’t really done much cycling before – but, unlike me, he’d been cycling around India for the past 3 months – and travelled in the North in Kashmir and around Rajasthan and the holy cities of Vishipress before heading down to Goa.  He’d thrown his bicycle on a couple of buses – which was useful information to know.  He also wanted to cycle to Myanmar and had been in communication with someone at the embassy.  It all looked to be going smoothly until he heard that he had to have an ‘overland permit’ which looked impossible to get – hence the change of plans and journey south.  I had decided not to try and get to Myanmar from India at all – and was going to approach from Thailand instead. 
 
WE had supper together and got rooms at the Top of the Town Hotel – I fear I talked too much!   There was wifi too – slow, but there – so a little blogging done.
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