Varanasi

Breakfast is required.

Slept in police station last night. Roti and Aloo Gobi - Chappati and fried cauliflower and potato.

India republic day today.

The police had a little ceremony putting the flag up, then ate loads of jelebi (gooey sweets).

I cycled to Varanasi. Whilst getting there was too busy thinking about how great it would be and missed the turning cycling 13 km past it.

Many truck crashes because of the fog which took until 10:30 to clear.

Crazy traffic both human and mechanical!

Breaking Point

I was cycling through Bombay traffic about 15 minutes ago and suddenly snap- there goes my front derailleur cable frayed into a throng of discombobulated threads.

It makes me reminisce of the gradual process of wear and weakening that lead to the point of fracture.

The bike, somewhere down in my instincts begins to take a living animal existence, and when it breaks, it reminds me that we all erode and age and causes me to confront my own human frailty and mortality.