And Then It All Went A Bit Wrong

Got up reasonably early for a shortish 200km hop to Bangalore. Our friendly security guard decided he would ride pillion with me for a few blocks - Who knows why? Possibly to protect me from hoardes of irate tuk tuk drivers. 

We took the "quick" route to Bangalore which, predictably, meandered slowly through villages and even a bustling market at one point. We finally got onto the big roads and started to make good progress. In an attempt to relieve the monotony, we swapped bikes but changed back again as we approached the outskirts of Bangalore.

Bangalore rush hour traffic is kind of interesting and it took 20 minutes of frenetic riding to get to the hotel. Well, "near" to the hotel because, when we were just two minutes away, Carruthers' trusty Enfield broke down. The clutch gave out, nearly causing him to bin it and wipe out a car. Fortunately, only pride was damaged but I was now 1/2 kilometre down the road stuck in the one-way system. After a surprising amount of thought, it worked out that the easiest option was for Carruthers to push his bike up a steep hill and then 700m to the hotel. Oh how he laughed. 

We dumped the bags and went straight out for a cheeky couple of restorative Kingfishers. Well quite a few. So much so that Carruthers let his guard down and nearly got bummed off a lion.

Having sorted out an address for ClutchesRUs and smartened ourselves up, we hit Bangalore's premier (and indeed, only) microbrewery. Fair play, they do a lovely pint of stout. It's very trendy, so not cheap but they serve top snacks and it made a pleasant change from Kingfisher in a gloomy hovel.

Nicely refreshed, we returned to our room with its double bed - I have to say, I'm getting a bit worried about Carruthers