I'd like to say that that David Bowie song has been running through my head all day, but given the fact that I don't know the lyrics and am amusical in all sense of the word (even if it is maybe a made up word!), it has just been that little segment. However, that should not take away from the pace of change that has just occurred.
Following our disappointing visit to the delightful Embassy of the Islamic Republic of Iran, it was looking that we were to remain in Delhi in perpetuance. Though with just one day passed I have the pleasure to announce that my bags are packed, my wheels are fully pumped and primed, and I am departing tomorrow morning.
That is correct, the trip is about to commence.
The reason for this sudden change in circumstances all comes down a wonderful tour company called Pars Tour Agency (www.key2persia.com - that address and name is not for you back home to "add to favourites", but for any other keen travellers out there and using google that are having difficulty getting into Iran). It's a long way from being finalised, but they now have our details and should be applying to Tehran for a magic 6 digit code that they then email to us, whereupon we return to the friendly man in the window of the embassy, and he smiles warmly upon us as he sticks in a 30 day visa into our maroon passports.
That is the theory. But theory and practice can't be much further removed than they are in India.
However, whatever the outcome shall be, it will not be learned for a full 10 days. So in the interim I am scedaddling out to the mountains for some cool, crisp air. I am heading to Rishekesh - a place that is only a word to most of you, but that is about 200km NE of Delhi.
I leave at 6.30am tomorrow and am doing this leg on my lonesome. Will's bike is in Dharamsala, so upon leaving Rishekesh I shall be making it poste haste to the home of the Dalai Lama to be reunited with Will
How do I feel...?
GOOD!
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