Goodbye India

Experiencing the sun at the zenith

Dear readers,

the intervals of our post are getting larger and larger, but nevertheless we would like to write one last post on southern India, even if we have already arrived in Sri Lanka!

We left you in Mysore in the state of Karnataka after that we moved south-west along the coast of Kerala crossing  the high range of Wayanad, Kalpetta, Calicut to Kochi and Aleppey.

Waiting for the ferry to Kochi

A wise man once said: "Whatever you say about India - the opposite is also true." After two months in the subcontinent we can only agree we this quote. Maybe you will as well after reading the following stories...

Typical south Indian lunch -
eating with hand became normal for us

Crossing the border to Kerala we rode through the Nagarhole National Park, where we were surprised from the darkness. We managed to get to a small village (without electricity) at the edge of the park. After looking without success for a place to camp with our tent, we asked some local people if they had any idea. They could not suggest anything, but advised us not to sleep outside because of the wild elephants that come in the night and had already killed several people, the last one two days before our arrival. We explained them that under these circumstances we would need only very little space inside for our mattresses. But instead of giving us shelter, they just confirmed that we should not in any case ride the cycle after down to find a hotel. We were trapped. The same people who warned us not to cycle by night to find a hotel and who said that was too dangerous to sleep outside, did not think to offer us a place inside. At that point we recognized that many Indians are friendly but not hospitable and we wished to be back in Iran. In the end we put up the tent on a small lawn (before India we would have called it a garbage depot) between a shop and a mosque. Since we are writing now it means that no elephants overran our tent that night.

Following the tea plantation's workers to the factory

Another one of the rare times we tried to sleep outside in Kerala, things went wrong as well. Kerala in densely populated and there is hardly spare land. One evening we were trying to find a place to camp after all hotels we checked were either full or too expensive. The most suitable spot we could find was a house under construction in a residential area. We parked the bicycles there and went to have dinner. When we came back the were neighbors with torches looking at the bikes. Nothing unusual, but these people had already called the police as well. We talked to them and explained our dilemma and could at least avoid the police from coming. But even though they were very understanding and confirmed that that the road was very dangerous at night, they made us leave the empty property as soon as possible. We eventually found a hotel after some 15 Km on a pitch-black road.

Wayanad with Shaj

Fortunately things can be different as well. For instance during a break in Wayanad, a car driver stopped to have some conversation with us. Shaj turned out to be an international tour operator who found us and our trip very interesting and offered us his help. Even if made his living with taking care of tourists, he invited us to camp one night at one of his places near a lake and visit the surroundings with his car the next day - all free of cost. We fairly surprised and could not believe it at first, but in the end we spent two very nice days together. Thank you Shaj! So, if you plan a trip to Kerala and need any support, contact him at www.godzone.in; we hope for him that he will charge you more than us.

One of our best campsides

In almost the same way we met Riyas. During our lunch break in a small garden, he came and asked some questions. Unlike the vast majority of Indians, he did not stop after the questions "you from?" and "your good name?". At the end we spend the afternoon together exchanging some insider comments on various aspects of our respective societies. For instance, he was surprised that in Europe it is not usual for couples to have free sex with other people. On our side we discovered how difficult (almost impossible) inter-religious marriages are in India, and that despite of what westerners have heard about Karmasutra and stuff, most Indians never see their partner naked!

Enjoying velocity

Having suffered to climb the mountains of the western Ghats before the Jogfalls some weeks ago, we had the pleasure to drive down hill where the mountains of Wayanad go steeply down to the sea. Every serious cycling tourist in front of a decline like this struggles between enjoying the fascination of landscape or the pleasure of velocity. Matteo usually opts for velocity leaving Mascha far behind, who neither enjoys the landscape nor the velocity to a full extend being concentrated to manage the curves safely. If you are in the area we strongly recommend to drive down the road from Kalpetta to Calicut. Unless you have a motorbike don't try to drive up and especially not around noon and by foot as some hundrets of crazy local Christians did carrying crosses for the "Via Crucis" before easter. - Happy Easter by the way!

Crazy Christians climbing the Western Ghats at 36 degrees

With a public ferry through the backwaters

One of the most interesting features are for sure its backwaters with its endless canals and waterways, paddy fields and lagoons. A couple of millions of people still live on the banks, practicing fishing and agriculture. To have a closer look at this ecosystem we opted for a small hand power driven canoe and a public ferry. The canoe let us into the narrow sidearms, along gardens with spices (cinnamon, muscat nut, pepper, curry leafs, bay leafs, oregano), small factories for the processing of coconut into its many products (oil, ropes from fibers, coconut paste, flour...). We also had close looks at the daily lives of the locals passing their homes only 2 meters away. They were very friendly and we were allowed to take a lot of pictures. Once our boot had to stop because an elephant was having a bath in front of us, blocking the path.

To cover the distance from Allepey to Kottayam we took a local ferry. We had the impressions that in this way we got a far better idea of life in the backwaters, than by hiring one of the thousands overpriced housboats carrying tourists along the canals.  We advise you to do the same - and not only because like this we payed 40 Rupees (plus 40 for the bikes) instead of 5000 Rupees.

Washing cloths - 

One single saree

- washing elephant

Preparing tea for fellow travelers at the airport

At least 2 hours of sleep...

Strangely there is no ferry between India and Sri Lanka. So we were forced to take a plane for our next destination again. As the plane departed early morning we drove to the airport the evening before and spent most of the night cooking hot meals and tea for Indian fellow travelers to empty our gas bottle, which we could not bring on to the plane and which seemed to last forever! The rest of the night we spent dissembling and packing our bikes with some cardboards we found on the street. Because we did not have the luxury of big suitable cardboards as in Oman, it took quite a while and we were happy to find a wrapping station inside the airport, otherwise our "piece of art" would have fallen apart immediately. Sri Lankan Airlines did  not make any problem, so we could check in all our luggage without any further costs. The Indian authorities in contrary did not believe us to have traveled mostly overland to India and wanted some proof of the route we took. We could not provide either our ticket to India (thrown away) nor all the hotel bills (thrown away of course!) nor our flight ticket from Sri Lanka onwards (not purchased yet - "How is that possible?!"). Time was ticking and as the departure was only 15 minutes away Mascha was additionally sent to explain the content of our checked-in luggage. "Well madam, you've got a lots of tools inside. Why?". 5 minutes before departure the luggage problem was solved, but we were still stuck at the immigration office. We were beginning to wonder if we would manage to get on the flight at all and if there would be any more problems with our hand luggage containing various metal, heavy kitchen equipment. The solution came when Matteo suggested to have a look at our blog to check our route. Finally we were allowed to pass and to start our next stage in Sri Lanka.

Would you hire this guy?

An unemployed 29 years old guy with a three times broken nose in a tea plantation

Dear head-hunters, CEOs and resposibles of the human resources,

 today is my birthday. I was born on the 6th of April 1982 in Padua, Italy. It means that for the next 365 days I am 29 years old. I do not think that I can allow myself to be unemployed for the next 365 days too. Hence, I need a job.

If you are thinking that I should not have spent all my savings on this trip by bicycle, it is good to know, I will not work for you. If you like what I am doing, well, I can work for you. Not now though, I am still cycling with my girlfriend through India and I am not completely broke yet. But you can already think about it. Do not worry, I am offering you good stuff: Me.

I have a master degree in environmental science. My PhD in chemistry dealt with aerosols, diesel engines and organic pollutants. I can and I would like to work in the environmental management, solid or liquid waste disposal or air pollution control. I know something about that. I think I am smart enough to learn the rest you would need from me.

As student I used to earn some money carrying heavy stuff from A to B, teaching children and youth to play rugby and delivering pizzas. This trip was funded with savings from my PhDs salary and with the money I earned by playing the bassoon in chamber and symphonic orchestras. The bicycle was a present of my parents. My mother tongue is Italian and I am fluent in English and German. If  I am not cycling  I live in Munich and I play rugby. I like classical music, rock and this trip supported my belief that the Italian food is the best in the world. 

My nation gave to the world Berlusconi, but spaghetti and lasagne too. Ok, we are even.

Regards, Matteo.

P.S.

If you are interested to see my curriculum vitae, just send an e-mail at mararrac@gmail.com

I will answer you from the next interent point.

Southern India

water buffalo with really long horns

Dear Readers, friends and families,

Mumbai train station

time passes as we travel further south in India. Our last post is from Rajasthan. Because of our short visa ("only" two months) we decided to take a train to the south to continue cycling there. First we wanted to go to Hampi. It should be a marvelous place in the state of Karnataka. But as there where no simple connections from Udaipur we decided to go to Goa first and see what's happening then.

They have a crazy system here in India: if you want to book at the station you have to hand in a paper with all the trains numbers, departure time and so on. Don't know how you are supposed to find out all this data. But fortunately there is one counter for disabled, blind, veterans...and, guess what: foreigners! After some time at the train station and several attempts to book a ticket at this counter, we found a trip with only one change at Mumbai. "Wow, that's cool" we thought. Well, that was before we where in the train and found our that we did not only have to change trains in Mumbai, India's biggest city with 20 Million inhabitants, but also train stations! This meant a trip trough all the whole city of Mumbai with the bikes, all our luggage and the traffic. Ooops.

In the rice paddies

To make a long story short: we made it and it wasn't all that bad after all. And we arrived happily and after some good sleep in Goa. There we decided that we are actually cyclists and wanted to cycle again and not wait for the train to Hampi two days after. We will see this place next time.

Celebrating the hindu "holi" festival on the way to Karnataka

Therefore it was time for some beach hopping, swimming and sunbathing. Goa is a small state in India (once a Portoguese colony) and was one of the last ones to join the independent India after the collapse of the Portuguese dictatorship of Salazar in the middle sixties. The famous party-scene on electronicmusic-,  light drugs- and LSD-basis is concentrated in small spots on the north of the state. Disappointingly we arrived by train in the south, where heavy-drinking British pensioners and new Russian middle-class make up the core of the touristic bulk. Our will to get stoned was less pressing than the will of avoiding the cycle trip to the north to cycle south again, so we decided to take he best of the south part of the state. We spent  good time on some of India's finest beaches like Benaulim or Palolem with marvelous fish dinners on the sand at a price of a bargain and enjoyed the cycling between green rice plantations. Then we moved south to the state of Karnataka to the even better beaches like Kuddle beach, Om beach, Paradise beach near Gokarna.....Yes, it was nice. But it was a bit strange to be afraid of sunburn and having to put on sun blocker. But after 4 months in the fresh air and under the sun, all but our arms and legs is still quite white: typical cyclist-tanned skin! 

Maybe we repeat ourselves, but it was interesting to see how different India can be. If you only know Rajasthan, you wouldn't believe something like Goa can exist in the same country - and the other way round. In Goa colonial influence is still very present with a lot of christian churches (the majority here is christian) and the women wear dresses and no Saris. Some of the younger ones would even show their knees: really vicious! The taxes on Alchool are much lower than in the north, making the prices up to 70% lower. For us European it is strange to associate transgression with Catholicism and Christianity. In our cities often the most "transgressive" suburbs are associated with Islamic immigration, and if you want some weed, often the dealers comes from north-africa or other Mediterranean countries. Here is the other way round! We noticed the same also in Iran in the city of Esfahan, where the local youth got smuggled alcohol and hashish from Afghanistan in the Christian suburb of Jolfa. So guys, In Asia Christianity rocks, and the pope smokes dope!

For Natalie - even nature loves Schnoerkel!

Changing theme, we would like to asses one of the first peculiarity of a country that at first should impress a cycling tourist: How the locals deal with road traffic?
India is an exotic touristic destinations for many travellers and it is easy to identify with it, at least to some extent,  the typical post-hippy-left-minded-shanty-peace&love white people hanging around everywhere in the subcontinent who fall in love with the country (or their imagination of it...). Despite of that, India has since millennia one of the most racists and most terrific social system ever created by human beings: the cast system. It is coherent and inherent to the dominating Hindu religion but influences also the other vast minorites. The cast system has been officially abolished, but in practice little has changed. Without entering in the details of such a complex thema  Matteo is of the opinion the religious and social background heavily influences the attitude of the indians on the roads. Indeed, the traffic system is strictly hierarchic too. On the top of the pyramide there is the cow. The incontestable king (or better queen) of the roads make its existence on every surface of a city or of a road which it elects as its place. It is a common scene to see many Indians on a huge variety of vehicles (often with a huge number of Indians on them) that until a minute before had fight almost to death for every available square centimeter of road, waiting patiently and quiet for a cow. The cow stays in the middle, maybe taking a shit or making the road full of piss and then, but only if it wants, will abandon its position to allow the others to carry on on their way, ignoring them and staring at the world with the its typic odd and stupid expression.

milking cows in front of our hotel

Below the cow, the rest of the person and animals taking part to the road traffic rules itself also hierarchically: by dimensions. Dimension is the real key to interpret the traffic here, and the acceptance of the fact that a bicycle count much less than a truck, is of vital importance on Indian roads. The unification of this simple rule with the general attitude of the Indians to cheat and to come better off, lead to the other major characteristic of the Indian traffic: a wild honking. Every vehicle tries to gain importance and hike the stairs of the hierarchy by cheating on its dimensions by a louder honking than its competitors. Surprisingly, the public transports buses, which by rule of dimension should be already almost on the top, have a private fight with the trucks, and mount the most powerful and loud honking systems on earth. It is something you cannot imagine how loud they are. The serie-honking systems on Indian vehicles are much louder than in Europe, and many mechanics offer to tune them even louder. It's common to find piaggio Ape which honks as loud as a complete drunken brass-band. This is not the exaggeration of an European tourist who wants to sound cool or to be funny. It is really so, and it is hardly funny. Of course in some cities it's worse than in others (To our experience Jaipur is the worst) but on average it's almost the same everywhere. The problem is that this wild honking system has already come to a saturation. Actually, if you imagine a Cartesian system where on the X axis you put the frequency and loudness of the honking and on the Y axis the effect you obtain on the other people, the curve you get is a parabolic curve with the alfa therm < 0. That is, the effect the street competitors will steadily increase with the increase in the honking up to a maximum to decrease as steadily if you increase the honking further. Paradoxically here there is such a wild and constant honking that nobody cares that much about it. This is a common effect (I am thinking about the Italian politics and its language for instance). It bears for sure the name of some mathematician or sociologist that described it. I am not sure that it can be represented with a parable but I hope you got the principle (and if you want you can discuss it by posting a comment).
Once you get this simply rules, to cycle in India it is really enjoable and so far surprisingly easy. Nothing to do with the horror that a German cyclist described at one party in Munich. To him to cycle here was simply impossible and he gave up after few days. Either he was just a German or Mascha and me are becoming just too tough. But overall, India is just beautiful.

Public viewing for the Cricket final: India is world champion!



Matteo in the Mysore Palace



Incredible India

In Rathambore we didn't see the tigers, but their food

Hallo dear readers, our first stage in India is almost over! We travelled in Rajasthan the last two and a half weeks, cycling  from Jaipur to Rathambore national park and over Bundi and Chithorgarh to Udaipur. Today we will leave Rajasthan by train towards south, after having managed the adventure of buying a train ticket at the station only 2 days in advance... - but from the beginning:

 It took a couple of meters to remember ourselves that  in India they are driving on the left side on the road. Thank you British Raj! But is wasn't all that bad. We were lucky again and we arrived on a Sunday early morning. So the streets were relatively calm for Indian standards. But in general the traffic is much much better than we expected it to be - or are we just used to Iranian standards?!? We were quite relieved and rather

Normal street landscape

 amused by all the things we could see on Indian streets. There are cars of course (but few), motorbikes of all kinds (Matteo was fascinated by the Royal Enfields), Tuk-Tuks, Piaggio Ape, Cycle Rickshaws, but also carriers pulled by horses, oxes and even camels! There are cows everywhere, standing in the middle of the traffic, not impressed by the people who try to drive by. The pigs that feed themselves of all the rubbish left on every street corner are also quite calm. Only the rats seemed to have some problems crossing the steerts.  On every corner we see a temple, some with monkeys....to make it short: a lot of impressions....

India is crazy, wild, different - so far we love it! (But you have to accept a couple of things though...)
All the different people, with different languages, faiths, clothing and casts can be very confusing. Especially if you want some information. e.g. "Do you/Hindus eat meat?" the answer can be "Yes" or "No! Never!!" depending which cast you ask.

Will Matteo bring her back to the real world?

 

The price system is at least as confusing. For the same (really the SAME) sari on merchant wanted 2200Rs (1Euro = 59Rs), another one a few meters away charged us 200Rs. Where is the logic?! Well, maybe there isn't any. It is just a matter how much you are willing to pay. Some merchants do charge too much, of course, but it can be the complete opposite as well. In a shop we wanted to buy a string which was 5Rs, while chatting Mascha accepted a tea from a street seller who was payed by the shop keeper (5RS). The same shop keeper refused to accept the payment of 10Rs afterward, and accepted only the 5RS for the string (which means zero profit for him ->crazy India). A similar story happened one evening, the sun was setting down and we were in a hurry to find a camp site, but had to get some water before. On a street stand we refilled our bottles with water from some big clay jars. We did not want to take the water for free, so we tried to buy some bread as well, to make a little business for the family running the stand. But instead they prepared a whole dish with bread and daal - and did not accept ANY money for all that afterwards!

In any case, in India  everything is really so heterodox and so heterogeneous that you cannot estimate the average attitude of the people without accepting a huge standard deviation, I think much bigger than in every other country we have ever been. So, you always have to deal with a situation as if it would be almost your first time. To make an example, in Iran we had the impression that everyone who started to talk to us on the street was friendly and wanted to help us. And it was really like that. In India the same may also happen, but you never know, and behind a big smile (here everyone is smiling) you can either find a real friend ... or someone who wants a commission .... or someone who just wants sell you something..... or someone who is just smiling because he is happy ... or someone who wants to cheat you and so on. It is part of the game, and it is part of the fun here.    

having a tea

From the cyclist point of view, we travel on all kind of roads, from dirt traks to highways. We enjoy pretty much the kilometers we do in the country side, which is at the moment completely green of  crops (mostly wheat and some opium). The work in the agriculture is still to the biggest extent done per hand, and with the exception of chemical fertilizers and pesticides to protect the crops (which seem to work really well), I think it is pretty much the same as it was in Europe 100 years ago. We choose normally small roads trough the villages and we have the impression that we cannot do 100 meters without seeing at least one person. People are everywhere, and we are really a huge attraction in all villages (even more staring than in towns, if that is possible). If we stop to repair a puncture also 20 people just stop to watch at us, if we drink a tea suddenly the shop gets crowded and so on. Once, we drank a tea at a road stand and one boy brought Matteo a message on a small peace of paper from the teacher of the local school. He wanted to meet us and speak with us. He said we were the first tourists, who have ever been in that village, and for many villagers the first European or simply white people they had ever seen in their life. We had a nice conversation and we got invited from an other teacher to his house. It turned out that this second teacher was from the cast of the Rajputs, the highest class in all Rajastan, of the few casts who are allowed to eat meat. He brought us to see his fields, approximately not more than 5 hectars (about 10 rugby fields) cultivated with papaya and wheat, some chicken and four female buffalos. Three families (about 15 people) were working the fields and living there in small open huts. He could pay his workers and even make a profit just with 5 hectars of grain! It is absolutely incredible for our European standards, unless you imagine how low the work of a man is payed in India. Anyway, all the people were happy and in good health. In our honour our host wanted to offer us meat, therefore we had to catch one of his beautiful rooster. It run so fast and it was so smart that it was almost impossible to catch it. Matteo tried to say " It deserves to live, we eat vegetarian again, actually it was not that bad to eat vegetarian in the last two weeks!". No way, our host wanted to offer us the meat, maybe to show us the privilege of his cast? The farmer and all the kids could get the rooster after many, many difficulties and one really dirty trick (basically breaking one of its legs with a long stick), the farmer killed the roaster and after a couple of minutes it was ready to be slaughtered. Once arrived in his house in the village, our host refused to do it, so Matteo had to do the job. We spend pretty much all the afternoon at his home. He explained Matteo that according to the Hindu culture the meat of different animals has a different effect on the human body. The rooster is supposed to have prodigious effects on the male sexual activity. Since the host deserved the best parts for himself and just some bones for Matteo, we understood why he wanted to kill that rooster...
 

Mascha in tutta la sua bellezza

Matteo training for the next Oktoberfest

P.S.
If Mascha wasn't a cycle traveler, she would be a photographer and would only travel around
India taking pictures of old men (they are too cool and cute here!)

If Matteo wasn't a cycle traveler, he would make deals selling traps for flies he just imagined, sewage water
treatment systems and so on.    

Unrest in Oman

Ok, neither Mascha nor me will be hired from a news agency or will become free-lance journalists.
Actually, the day after we updated our blog from Oman, saying that everyone loves the Sultan, hundreds of people demonstrated in Sohar and a couple of days after that also in the capital Muscat demanding democratic reforms and better salaries. Between 1 and 6 people (depending on the source) were killed from the police.  

To read a little bit more:  http://www.presstv.ir/detail/167954.html and http://www.breakingnews.ie/world/protestor-killed-in-oman-unrest-495304.html
http://www.reuters.com/article/2011/02/19/us-oman-protests-idUSTRE71I0V920110219

We are already in India, in Jaipur. As soon we have more material to write a decent post we will come back on air.

Oman

Oman is a beautiful country –  glad we did not stop in Muscat, because a lot beautiful parts are further south. We were impressed, every day. I don't know what I expected from the Orient, but it is all different in reality.

History and society

Oman today



Oman used to be an important country in the region, and it was even called "empire of Oman". There was a lot of trade with goods and slaves from Africa. Even part of Pakistan used to belong of the empire as well as the island of Zanzibar. After slavery was banned, Oman's economy was severely hit and within few years Oman became the third poorest country worldwide. The population was divide in several tribes in war with each other and the semi-nomadic population lived of sheep and goats farmin in the desert and fishery on the coast. The situation changed dramatically when 60 years ago oil was discovered the country's health rose again. His Maesty Qaboos bin Said Al Said (Up to now Oman is a Sultanate) in power since 1971, drove most of the change. He managed to stop the tribal wars and almost all the society could gain wealth from the oil ectraction. Enough to understand this boost is to know that in 1971 the country there were only 5 km of paved road and 1 hospital… The rapid development is the main reason why here everyone seems to love the sultan. The uprising in the rest of the arabic world seems from here really far away.   

Oman should protect his historical heritage! (or at least the tourists...) 

In regard to the development, the local work force was not sufficient to follow the rapid growth and a lot of workers from India, Bangladesh and Pakistan were called to build the infrastructure that the boosting economy needed. Although the number of guest worker has decreased, over a population of nearly 3 million, still about one third is not Omani. You can easily recognize it crossing any of the villages in Oman on one of its cities: Almost all the coffee shops and restaurants are run by Indians, the barbers or other shops worker in general are also from there and all the workers in the construction sector are still foreigners. Omanis used to work mostly in the Military (even here the military is an easy method to employ a lot of people and give them a salary: Oman for instance has the biggest military orchestra in the world).  But, due to recent legislation wanted by the sultan, a minimum fixed percentage of Omanis hast to be employed in each sector. Anyway, the sensation to be in a two classes society is strong, with the indians to play the role of the mule and the local Omani having the stick in the hand. Despite of that, the influence and the presence of the whites from europe or USA is much less than in the united emirates and it is quite marginal.   

I was surprised to see even less women then in Iran. Those we saw where covered all in chadors. In the villages women wear very beautiful colorful ones. In the cities the chadors are all black, covering either all the face or leaving only the eyes free. City women believe that this is modern in comparison with the village people. ..well...I'm not sure! At least not only the women dress in a traditional way. Men mostly wear their traditional cloths as well. It is basically a long white kind of dress with different variations of turban covering the head and mostly a thin stick in one hand.

Cycling and nature

Always ride on good paved road is also boring...



Cycling in Oman is easy going. This is to some extend due to the roads which are even better than those in Iran. But it is mostly because Omanis are very polite as well and mostly they are laid back drivers.  There is less honking, and if a car had to overtake us they generally slowed down and let more than enough space between them and the bikes. That is way we got used to cycle mostly in pairs and chat a lot. 



Not all Oman is flat!

 

Sunset tea.



Regarding our lifestyle, we broke our record of camping in a row. Since we left Ben's house (see previous post) in Muscat we camped every night mostly near the sea or in other scenic places in the desert. The really nice temperatures also in the evening and the good company of Tim and Dan and Niel made possible the preparation of really delicious food. We learned that "Two stoves are better than one". 

   

Yes, I love donkeys!

We had the chance to see a lot of different animals like lots of camels in the villages or slowly crossing the street without being impressed by the cars that have to break because of them. In all the villages we have seen, lots and lots of sheep and goats are free to go where they want (until the moment in which they are slaughtered of course, since their meat is a primary source of calories here in the desert…). And between the villages herds of wild donkeys! Actually it was the first time we've seen donkeys in a herd running across the rocky desert. 

 As well there were huge birds, and we suppose they were eagles and vultures. One flew really upon us. The with of the wings was really impressive, we guess even bigger that a Matteo in horizontal position.  The sea is rich as well, stingrays jumped out of it, water turtles came up to breath and a huge snake scared us while we were swimming. But the two highlights were the following:

The first were two sheep running against each other: The male was not happy with the behavior of the female. After the big bang of their heads one of them (the female…) fall down immediately and stayed on the ground having a fit. The strange thing was that nobody cared except us…



Wadi Shab



The second was our visit on turtle beach during the night and seeing how they crawl out of the water, dig massive holes into the sand and lay about 100 eggs into the sand, cover the nest again and return in the water - all this in about four hours. They were really big (about 100-200 kg). And we saw also one small baby-turtle coming out of the sand and crawling into the ocean. If the temperature in the nest was above 28 celsius, it was a female, and it will have the chance to be one of the 3% to return to the same beach in 37 years and do the same as its mother.



Oh Oh, the road is finished...

Ok, we go by foot.

fishing boats on the shore near Barka (north of Muscat)



Nature is surprisingly various, for a desert country. The coast north of Muscat is almost an endless row of fishing villages, palm and banana plantations and other small agricultural activities. The rest of the country that we saw was mountainous, with rocky desert and its strange vegetation, and of course sand desert and its wonderful oasis. Really beautiful are the Wadis (rivers). Most of them are dried out but some still have water and represent a tongue of intense greeen out of the brown landscape. The most beautiful one is maybe Wadi Shab.  There, at first we missed the actual main attraction (the pools and the cave). Despite Ben's advices "You can't miss it." "If you think it's the end - it's not!"  after almost 3 hours of walking and with the river gone, we concluded that we missed it anyway. Like this we ended to do the most important part backwards. We found the last pools, climbed down a waterfall, dived into the cave that was actually full of water and swam out of it through a small crack in which only our head had enough space over the water. It was really great this way as well, maybe even better than upwards. The only disadvantage was that we could not leave our stuff at the beginning of the pools and we had to get completely wet. We try to save saved the camera in a plastic bag. It worked!  

Good jump Tim!


Ok, the first part of our random-riding seems to be finished. Tonight we fly to India!

Pictures update

Hi everybody,
we've just updated the pictures on our last couple of posts (from irn etc.), so now it is getting interesting also for the more visual type of reders...

Statisitcs

We left Padua on the 20th of November and at the moment we are in the sultanate of Oman. Everyone here really loves the sultan... Also, no revolution at the moment. The next stage will be India. 
After almost 3 months of travel it may be good to provide some statistics...

Technical notes
Bycicles: Cicli Zarma (www.ciclizarma.com)
Frame: Aluminium 
Gear: Shimano Alivio
Rims: Ambrosio Duetto 28’’
Breaks: Shimano V-Brake
Suspension: Front, RST Neon
Tyres: Continental tour-ride (anti-puncture)


Other random statistics
Km effectively cycled                                                                                                                  3011
Flat tyres (Matteo)                                                                                                                      2
Flat tyres (Mascha)                                                                                                                     7
Spokes broken (Matteo)                                                                                                             6
Spokes broken (Mascha)                                                                                                            5
Accidents                                                                                                                                    0
Times drivers spountaneously offered us to carry with their pick-up/truck                                      4
Times we accepted                                                                                                                      4
Drivers who were able to speak a language other than farsi or turk or arabic                                 1
Nights on the road (tent or similar)                                                                                                35
Nights on ship, bus or train                                                                                                           9
Nights at the places of friends or simply of people we met (thereof couchsurfing)                           30(2)
Nights in Hotels, Hostels or guest houses                                                                                      16
Times Mascha called Matteo you idiot or similar                                                                           7
Times Matteo called Mascha you idiot or similar                                                                           0
Times Matteo said something like Ok, you'll go north and I go  south!                                           2
Times it was everything Ok again within one hour                                                                          2
Condoms used                                                                                                                          * note below
Number of rings purchased to pretend to be married                                                                     2
Days Matteo required to lose his ring                                                                                            8
Invitation to drink tee                                                                                                                    countless
Times we were generally in danger or we felt not safe                                                                    0                     
Times Matteo washed his cycling jacket                                                                                        4
Times Mascha washed his cycling jacket                                                                                       5
Times Mascha got diahrea                                                                                                            1
Times Matteo got diahrea                                                                                                             1
Times Mascha ate as much as Matteo                                                                                           1
Times we got lost                                                                                                                          2
Times Mascha used her epilator                                                                                                     3
Times Matteo shaved                                                                                                                    1
Average time elapsed between two proper showers - first month                                                   2.5
Average time elapsed between two proper showers - second month                                              3.5
Average time elapsed between two proper showers - third month                                                  5.1
Average time elapsed between  two proper showers - fourth month (extimate)                        fuckin' hell!
Time elapsed from the last shower of a Spanish cycling tourist we met                                       1 month
Liters of beer Matteo totally drunk in this trip                                                                            less than 3
                                                                                         (almost immoral for a rugby player, I apologize)
Glass of illegal and self-made Iranian wine                                                          5 (vinegar, simply vinegar)
                                                                                                          



* In the arabic world, and in Iran in particular where is severely punished, sexual activity of any kind between two not married persons is illegal. Therefore, we cannot satisfy your curiosity. Sorry.    

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