Day 178, India, Himachal Pradesh, Prashar Lake, Enfield Day 4
My fourth day on the Enfield and until today I had to fix every day some problems, either by myself or with the help of some locals. An Enfield helps you to not be bored, fill your day and socialize in a rather unusual way with the local culture. I hope to have an issue-free day today. I decide to drive towards an untouched valley. My target is to reach a lake, which is holy for Indians. Once more I don't really understand if it is possible to get there by bike. I reach the lake after a 19 kilometers long off-road track that brings me at an altitude of 2'700 meters. I feel to be in Scotland. It is incredible how strong and fast the landscape changes from valley to valley. Two government-run houses offer rooms for tourists. The first one asks me for an exorbitant amount, as I am a non-indian. I decline and start once more a heavy discussion about corruption, equality and other topics. The second house is closed. I can't go back down to the valley as the road is to dangerous to drive in the dark. Therefore I decide to eat at the small shop next to the lake. In India you will always find a solution for every problem. It is dark now and locals don't seem to be able or willing to help me. I decide to check again the empty house. People are there now, but the house is full booked. I sit down and wait doing a desperate expression, but knowing that the owner will help me, somehow. Finally he offers me a creepy bed in his storage room. It is dirty and disgusting but at least I don't have to sleep outside.
My fourth day on the Enfield and until today I had to fix every day some problems, either by myself or with the help of some locals. An Enfield helps you to not be bored, fill your day and socialize in a rather unusual way with the local culture. I hope to have an issue-free day today. I decide to drive towards an untouched valley. My target is to reach a lake, which is holy for Indians. Once more I don't really understand if it is possible to get there by bike. I reach the lake after a 19 kilometers long off-road track that brings me at an altitude of 2'700 meters. I feel to be in Scotland. It is incredible how strong and fast the landscape changes from valley to valley. Two government-run houses offer rooms for tourists. The first one asks me for an exorbitant amount, as I am a non-indian. I decline and start once more a heavy discussion about corruption, equality and other topics. The second house is closed. I can't go back down to the valley as the road is to dangerous to drive in the dark. Therefore I decide to eat at the small shop next to the lake. In India you will always find a solution for every problem. It is dark now and locals don't seem to be able or willing to help me. I decide to check again the empty house. People are there now, but the house is full booked. I sit down and wait doing a desperate expression, but knowing that the owner will help me, somehow. Finally he offers me a creepy bed in his storage room. It is dirty and disgusting but at least I don't have to sleep outside.
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