It’s been five years? Really? Well, COVID really derailed my travel plans for a while there… and house renovations swallowed the rest. But I’m finally back, and what better way to get back in the metaphorical saddle than to get back in the literal saddle with a cycle tour of India 😬

Serendipity by way of my friend Shad, sent me to Cycle Rajasthan, and before I knew it I’d signed myself and my sister Natasha up and we were raring to go. Imagine my surprise when I saw a 100 km cycle day on the itinerary 🫢. Imagine my dismay when I injured my knee six weeks out from said tour 😢 But “intrepid” is not my word of the year for nothing, so I’ve going to have a crack and see what happens 🤣

My first impressions of Delhi were underwhelming. From the haze of pollution to the unkempt houses in our neighbourhood, I was seriously questioning my decision to come here. That may have been the sleep deprivation talking, so after a short snooze we became fixated on finding a McDonalds or Starbucks. Don’t ask me why. I would not go to either back in Australia, but it seemed a small achievement to be able to navigate around.  We were the only white people chowing down at maccas in our ‘hood, I’ll give you the tip.

Our evening was spent meeting the rest of the people and learning that our 100km day was now only a 70km day. Jubilation ensued. Reality awaits.