Onward to Narshimapur

The road to Narshimapur is a long and hard one. We took the jungle route out of Orchha - which started out ok. then the road dissapeared, becoming a ribbon of tarmac connecting the pot holes.I had a severe dose of the squits so I really didnt want to leave the saddle too often, but we spent a lot of time airbourne. The distance on the map didnt correspond to the road signs and we ended up doing 220km on terrible roads sometimes it was like riding on
corrugated iron. We did ride thru 2 great parades, the 1st one having 3 elephants draped in mirrored clothes and gold headdresses , lots of geezers dressed in gold looking like Rama[?]
The roads had hammered the steering, so after arrival at Sagar we found a mechanic and had it all tightened up again. The food at the hotel was outstanding and we had a real pig out- and they had beer,-cold-cold beer..
Early start and on to Narshimapur. got out of the city easily but the road was again painfull, lots to see, palaces ,forts[ the road even went thru one fort ] beautifull water tanks with red lotus flowers and buffalo bobbing about.
At a chai stop Helen got off the bike and reversed onto Joes exhaust- resulting in a Goa tattoo[ a serious burn- usually attained by tourists in Goa.] This now means Joe has to carry our saddle bags as they rub the burn. We are treating the burn with lavender oil, which is the best, but we are going to have to search for non stick dressings and micro pore.
On arrival at Narshimapur, we had to find a mechanic again as I had developed a grating noise from the back brake. This was an oversized bearing hub, heating up and grating.
This is where Thugs originated-thuggees in the old days. They used to waylay travellers and strangle them with knotted yellow silk scarves that is untill us Brits sorted them out! We apparently hung loads of em, they seem o.k. nowadays tho and not a yellow scarf in sight!