Sometimes the reforming radicals are those
who also seek to conserve.

Turkey 2004. My old mate shows me how it’s done on his first catamaran helming trip.

On a bike that is. I’m on the left, in the lead (obviously).

I was about 8 IIRC and I fell off seconds later, but I think I managed a few laps before and after.

Magnificent ride home last night on the KTM from London. Left the M4 at the usual place, with dusk gathering and made it home just as the last of the light left.

The lanes were empty and the countryside beautiful. I spotted a lone white horse in a verdant shallow valley. There were foxes, pheasants, hares, rabbits, bats and birds of prey. The empty winding roads seemed to go on forever with a clear view and no traffic.

I’ve bought a helmet-mounted video camera for the next time…

Almost forgot to mention: on that last skydive, the wind picked up and I misjudged my pattern. Narrowly missed trees to land just on the edge of the DZ.

About time I improved my landing accuracy.

Woa! There it is.

Back home now and all we managed to do was work, eat, drink and sleep. We saw the hotel, the office and the route between: not much of an adventure?

Yes, the adventure was all on the roads. If there’s light between two vehicles, someone will accelerate into it. That someone might be a pedestrian, a cyclist, a rickshaw, a car or a lorry. And the accelerator is apparently connected to the horn. This is probably all you need to know about driving in India.