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The morning was very slow and gentile due to sorting out the damaged bike from the day before and sorting out the plan for continuing this adventure. It had been arranged, due to me not trusting the doctor, to speak with a consultant back in Delhi. In doing so I was informed the medication was, in fact, correct and often prescribed when people are caught in terrible flooding which brings awful disease, so with my mind settled I felt great, even though the consultant reiterated no riding for a couple of days……..damn!

Once everyone had been fed the morning continued with a relaxed feeling. Photographs being posed for, along with taking them of the hotel and grounds. I was in absolute paradise and enjoying every single second.

Day Three Continues…….a short day travelling to Manvar Desert Camp…..a desert camp eh, oh well I guess I’m looking forward to seeing Cobra’s, Scorpions, and maybe the odd Camel sharing my bed!!

Having been on the phone to a consultant from Delhi, (arranged by BB because I didn’t trust the wazzack that asked me if I understood English last night), to check out my medication, I was informed that I did, in fact, have the correct medication, so that was a relief. Not the only relief I can tell you, as the night had been uneventful regarding my bag and belly, thank the lord.

However this was going to be day 2 in the support vehicle, under doctors orders to rest another 3 days…..that ain’t happening I thought, not another 3 days!

So we started slightly late due to the wheel issue the night before and also my tum tum troubles, along with placing the bikes out in front of the hotel for photo opportunities by everyone……

This day was all about really taking our time, enjoying the ride, and trying to find some sand dunes to have some fun.

Also, now in the car was Digvijay due to being a bike down having had Shumi wreck one of the bikes by not looking where he was going in the dark! (note to Schumi, eat more carrots)

So desert camp here we come, however, I now had two guides in the support car telling me all sorts of stories along the route – now one of the things which I was getting somewhat impressed by was the driver of the car, why?, I hear you ask, allow me to explain……

We had the Ducati’s shooting off into the distance overtaking everything that they came upon and in effect leaving us for dust – OH NO they were not, because we had the driver who sits on the left side of the devil himself, who thought he was driving a very fast tank. No matter what traffic he faced he was never more than 5 minutes behind the bikes and I mean no matter what the traffic…………..he was worse than NUTS and made me laugh out loud.

Along the way, we did, in fact, come across some sand dunes, an oasis surrounded by sand dunes, in the middle of absolutely nowhere. There was this small lake full of water in the middle of this area of sand ……photograph opportunity and me a chance to get out of the car, stretch my legs and do my bit to camera. I am sure you will also be pleased to know my tummy no longer had any issues. The amount that had come out of me during yesterday I am sure would take 4 days to ‘fill’ back up. This oasis was a super distraction from just riding along the roads looking at dust and chuckling away at the road condition but it was in its own right a minuscule piece of paradise.

Having gone along the road a bit further off into more sand dunes – now boys and girls can you remember reading about the sand, you know the talcum powder sand, that the more I realise the more I think it has been made to swallow motorbikes and probably people. That is exactly what happened not just once BUT TWICE!, taking 3 of us to lift BBs bike out of a deep rut he’d made having fun – spinning his back wheel shooting sand across the world, digging its own trench and then looking despondent when the bike would not come out, HEAVE! and off he went leaving me to walk 27 million miles back to the car (oh okay then maybe not 27 million).

Moving towards Manvar a little further to discover another sand dune and having not learned any lessons whatsoever off we went up the track to find a spot that was – how shall I put this – right out of a film set. The photograph that Rohit took is going on my wall for a memory to last a lifetime. God damn, it was a special place, high up with super views over the desert. I am surprised no flies landed in my wide open mouth because I was in awe of this amazing location.

Having rested a while we headed off to Manvar Desert Camp, where, on arrival, we had to take our kit from the support vehicle and place it into Jeeps, because that is how we were being taken to the camp right in the middle of the desert, via 4×4, although the bikes did follow the jeeps too.

I had no idea what to expect whatsoever, although I had seen pictures, nothing did them justice for what I was about to see, as the desert camp jeeps pulled into camp there was…………There were camels, and a guide telling me that the toilet was a BUSH for No1’s and 2’s, so I’d best be quick to choose my bush – oh let’s make fun of the white man eh !!! – yes they got me good and proper.

Going into my tent I found a toilet, and actually thought it was a dummy one for just for show!

That night as the sun went down we where treated to Indian singing and dancing under crystal clear skies.

For the first time in my life looking up, I saw the Milky Way……..

I was in heaven……how could anywhere in the world be so beautiful………..

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